"Of course I like what I see." His accent isn't so insubstantial going from day to day but now? It drips richer, thicker, curling like warmed honey along his tongue. "The doors are unlocked- but no one has business here for the rest of the day. You have the whole of my attention. I finish my rough sketch and set it aside, walking to you to make some corrections to your attire. My hands, light and teasing, drag along your legs as I tug the hem of your gown up to reveal your stockings and thighs."

Nothing more than a soft rumble of pleasure from behind Anders, but no actual hands. "Up to your waist to expose your smalls and your cock- but I do not touch you there yet. No- I tug here and there to loosen the robe, draping it about your shoulders, exposing your chest to the air. Once I have you arranged as I like, lounging, gorgeous, and obscene- I pinch your nipples to keep them hard, stroke your cock through your smalls to make it strain against the silk before slipping back to start a new, more lewd sketch."