Look in the far corner. [ He's referring to what appears to be a pile of costumes, in various states of disrepair. None of them are his, and it's obvious that most are meant for women. ]

Nothing interesting, but I've managed to keep myself busy. There's no shortage of work around here for someone skilled with a needle and thread. [ Skilled enough to mend rips and tears anyway. He's had plenty of practice over the years.

He pauses, dropping a kiss to the skin beneath his hairline, then presses his thumbs against the back of Rejeh'li's neck, tracing the line of his spine. His hands are soft, but strong. ]