He meant to tell her that she was still as lovely as ever. He did not mean to find her letting her hair down.
The way it falls from its bounds reminds him of a time long gone when it did the same in a stolen moment of passion.
He remembers the sound of Venusian silk whispering as it pooled about her feet.
Things were simpler then. Could they ever be the same?
She glances over her shoulder. She smiles and moves her hair to reveal the clasps. There is invitation in her eyes.
She's still as lovely as ever.