The squeeze gets a delighted laugh out of her, a sound only he gets to hear. Her hands are also working diligently, catching the waistband of his pants, undoing them while his hands are distracted by only the first set of lacing. He's going to have to untie her top layer of skirts, first, then unbutton the entire thing before she can step out. "I would hope." She mutters, sighing softly from the sensation of breath on damp skin.

She's in just the position to be able to lean foreword and catch his earlobe between her teeth. She can't allow him to have all the fun, can she?