Erik gasped when his hands went from the armour on her back to straight skin. He took a second to pass his hand from her back to her arm and then stood back to check his own impressions. Once he did, and he was treated with the image of her body, bared to his eyes, he had to take a breath to steady himself. Lack of blood in his brain tended to make it hard to form sentences.

"I think that's m'favourite thing ye've done yet with yer gift."