His first response is a solemn nod. Then, he rests his face alongside hers, and says against her cheek, near her ear, "Delicious." He's pleased with the ambiguity of his response; his lips curve into a half-smile.

With her hands caressing him, then finding their way under his shirt, he leaves off exploring the satiny ruffles of her underthings. "This is interesting, Misa, but I would rather look at it than take it off of you before I've seen it." As he whispers to her, he moves his hand back to her waist, then tugs the skirt higher. "Please."

He can't lift the dress any further without her assistance; his own shirt will hardly be any more convenient to take off in their current positions. His pajama bottoms can wait.