So polite. "With pleasure," he answers. Tearing his eyes away from Damian's beautiful face, his fingers made short work of buttons and fastens, of sliding garments off Damian's shoulders, of baring more and more of his skin. Oh, yes, he's seen Damian shirtless once before, but it paled in comparison to the way he looked under starlight. He even felt a little warmer now that he's freshly fed. There's no hesitance when his hands move against that pale skin. No, he glides them down the vampire's arms as Iseul undresses him; slides them across his chest and along his torso. Why, he even lets them tease along the waistline of his trousers before laying them open, too.

And once he's done with that, Iseul returns to his own clothes. He rolls his shoulders, letting his open shirt slide down them. He slips his feet out of his shoes and pushes his own pants down in a slow, deliberate manner designed to entice. Did Damian need to be enticed at this point? Well, a little extra effort never hurt. Oh, and the mask... He finally discards that, too (though it was sitting a bit askew after all those heated kisses).