Her hand reached up, delicately tracing along the lines of his collarbone, dipping where they did. His skin was beautiful, Diana thought dimly, aware of how odds the words would have sounded if said out loud. (She knew find well if he were aware of them, Loki would make references to certain horror movies...) It was smooth and unmarred, and she wondered briefly if he had magically removed any scarring he found unsightly. Not all scars, of course, he had grown up in a culture that had seen such things as a mark of honour, and he would not go without some, but perhaps one of two which stood out to him as particularly painful.

Smiling softly at the thought, she reached for him, kissing him deeply, hands moving to work on the other buttons. Taking their time was all well and good, but speed was okay for some small things.