"There's always tomorrow, darling." Except she doubts he'll have much energy left to spare after a visit to his workshop. Tomorrow, or the day after, or after that. They have so much time, now. "Be patient. I'll make sure we're both satisfied."

And she starts with batting his hands away from his collar so she can take care of those buttons. She likes undressing him, peeling away the layers of nobleman until she's down to his bare skin. A normal day would have her all but ripping his shirt off his body, but she's making a valiant attempt to be mindful. Slow, careful touches, and that includes the methodical slip of one button after the other.

She doesn't need to watch her fingers to do it, so she leans back down to kiss him again, pushing open his shirt once she reaches the final button. He's still too thin for her liking, but she knows each day sees a little more of his musculature returning. Being a corpse does that to you--and, vainly, Vex is glad she wasn't dead long enough for that to happen to her, too.