She does look good in black. He'd happily wager, however, that she looks even better out of it.

She rocks her hips, and the surge of heat that courses through him immediately hits like a fucking truck. Look, it's been a while. Hasn't chased anything here, sure as hell didn't chase anything in Purgatory, we're talking over two years since the last time he got laid. It doesn't take much to get blood flowing south, and a little wanton desire from somebody like her is more than enough to get him hard quick. She's bound to feel the heavy, sudden twitch that follows where she's pressed against him.

"Jesus Christ," comes a mutter from somewhere above her clavicle, and then he nips again a touch harder. Just to emphasize the point. When his hands go roaming again, it's upward, around her waist, along her back, fingertips tracing the lines of that corset like he's hoping for Braille instructions on how to get the damn thing off.

Once upon a time he was smooth at this particular maneuver, but god damn these things are like the hard mode of bras.