"Pfft." Kate rolls her eyes at him playfully. This is about the least traditional striptease ever, but it works for them. "Considering I'm the woman you love--" And, oh fuck yeah, she gets a charge off that even if she's not ready to go hog-wild and admit it herself. "You can be as crass about me as you want."

She opens the belt and the trench starts to open. Not enough to reveal the dress underneath, but enough that a step or a sway of her hips will. She drops her voice, too, to purr, "I gotta admit, British, I like the idea of you jacking off over filthy thoughts of me when I'm not with you."