Slade's eye widened as Addie slipped back and stripped--//god. So. Beautiful//--captivated by the sight of her as he always was, faint pattern of scars on her skin familiar from years ago... fewer he didn't know than he would have expected, but she was younger, too, and that was nothing to be paying attention to right now, not with her hair falling on her shoulders, her fingers light against his lips.

"Yes, ma'am," utterly content voice as he moved enough to follow that not-request. Not in that tone, not from Addie. One or the other of them had rid him of the shirt before he slept, but the rest of the clothing disappeared quickly, gathered up to be tossed out of the covers and off the bed, and a smile up at her against her fingers.