Far too used to hiding his lack of body heat with layers of clothes, Mitchell was also used to removing more layers of clothes given the chill of English nights. It was unfair for Sookie to be so near naked and him so far behind, wanting to join her. He didn't fuss at being undressed, only wishing he could help move things along. Not one to be embarrassed over his appearance -- It was what it was and had been for nearly a hundred years -- Mitchell merely smirked under her judicious gaze.

He chuckled low in his throat and slipped his arms under Sookie's and around her waist, pushing in for a kiss as he pulled the worn woolen gloves off behind her back. "Maybe," he murmured against her mouth, his teeth grazing her bottom lip. The gloves dropped to the floor and his hands, warm and soft, slid up her back to the clasp of her bra. "They're going to be a bit busy."