That blush is so lovely, and Joan's smile warms. He's clearly feeling vulnerable, and yet he is remaining still, giving himself to her in such a simple yet profound display of trust. She sees him bite his lip, doubtless holding back words. She considers allowing him to speak, but decides against it. There's nothing he needs to say, nothing he needs to do.

She trails her fingertips down to brush against his right nipple. As her fingertips caress the nub, she leans in to whisper, her breath caressing his ear.

"You're so beautiful."