In a heartbeat, the soft flush is gone from his features, replaced with calm but heated interest. He lifts his hands to work at the ties on the inside of his short robe, dark eyes never leaving her face even as he bows his head slightly and gives a sweet-edged smile over a voice dropped deeply into his chest.

It's an unequivocal yes. He appreciates her very much.

"It would be my absolute pleasure to help you with that," he says, hands moving next to slide his own haori from her shoulders. He folds it once over before setting it aside on the counter, joined by his robe.

Hands returning to her torso, he slips his fingers, slowly, inching, beneath the warm fabric of her shirt. It's sticky still in many places; if it bothers him, he makes no show of it.