[There's a reason he'd wrapped his robe around himself a bit more tightly and now that she's in his lap she can likely feel it. Shame that he's an awful kisser, though. His tongue darts in tentatively as he tries to work out how the whole thing...works, and with how clumsily he does it, it's abundantly clear that he has no idea what he's doing and is trying to feel it out as he goes. Observation only gets you so far.]

[He breaks off to look at her, looking oddly self-conscious.]

If I'm doing this wrong, just...

[Just tell him? Shove him away because he's awful at it? Show him how to do it right? He leaves that sentence unfinished because he's too embarrassed to finish it.]

I've picked up countless useless skills for the sake of disguises, but kissing was never one one of them because of the physical contact involved.

[He drops the next bit very casually.]

Stripping, on the other hand...