[He's taking a moment, here, to really look her over, of course - even reaching out to settle his hands on her waist, trace them up her sides to cup them underneath her breasts at the edge of her bra. And, after a second, the corner of his mouth tugs up into something of a smirk.]
Like I'd tear through that brassiere of yours to get at you, if I could... were it not your favorite. Come here, let me get you out of that - I wish to see you properly.
"pan does he really say *brassiere* of all things" yeah. unfortunately.
[He's taking a moment, here, to really look her over, of course - even reaching out to settle his hands on her waist, trace them up her sides to cup them underneath her breasts at the edge of her bra.
And, after a second, the corner of his mouth tugs up into something of a smirk.]
Like I'd tear through that brassiere of yours to get at you, if I could... were it not your favorite.
Come here, let me get you out of that - I wish to see you properly.