[ Here again (like in all things) she knows him well, and though his focus is less on the material of her white negligee itself and more about that supple skin just beneath that he so adores touching, he can appreciate that it's something she enjoys. As they do their little dance closer and closer to each other, he can almost feel the way just wearing it must make her feel, like she radiates with confidence and joy. It's a perfect give and take, with him reacting naturally to her movements without either needing to guide the other verbally.

As for him, he's wearing a loose flowy sort of shirt, almost like a tunic. Different for him, something he's grown into and not something he wears all the time, but it happens to match her well. He can't quite give up the bow tie, though, even in god form and even though it doesn't go at all with this shirt. ]

I'll allow it, but only if there are those drinks with the fun umbrellas and the straws that make it all extra fizzy. [ He nearly laughs with delight as he teases, going right back to kissing her, running his hand from her thigh slowly up to her lower back, around to her stomach, then inching towards her chest. ]

Suppose we'll need to be alone for the rest of this, not safe for even the robots.