The dress is too damn short. He noticed it before, of course, but now he can't do anything but notice it because it shifts up a little when she sits in his lap and he can see long, slender legs and soft skin and thighs he just wants to touch. Not yet, though. He looks and he's probably staring and it's only when Wanda says something that he pulls his eyes up to look at her profile as she watches the television.

"Yeah? I think it just reminds me that I'm ruthless but if you like it, I guess I'll just have to get over that. Makes me strong enough to hold you all night, though, so I'll take it. A normal man would get tired but not me. You're tiny. I could throw you over one shoulder if I felt like it. I won't, though. We're not at that point."

Wanda isn't looking at him so he puts his right hand on her knee and sweeps his thumb along the inside of it. He wants to kiss her while he shoves his hand under this microscopic dress but that's for later. He's going to ease into this so he doesn't frighten her off by being so hot for her that decades and decades of nothing has suddenly let the floodgates go.

"Tell me if you need to stop," he says, low and a little rough. "And I'll stop."