When Molly gets to the end of his buttons, she breaks the kiss and sits back a bit before going for the buttons at his cuffs. She's awkwardly trapped enough men (and corpses) in their dress shirts by accident, to remember to see to this detail before trying to push the shirt off. It's also an opportune time to catch her breath.

When she's done with that bit, she looks up and takes stock of the man in front of her again as her hands finally slide up his bare torso. He's far too thin thanks to the drugs and being generally terrible at taking care of himself when he's on cases. She'll have to see to that, starting with breakfast. But she still feels an awe at being able to touch him like this. He's still gorgeous.

Her hands slide over his shoulders and take the shirt with them, sliding it down his arms until it pools behind him on the bed.

"Better?" she repeats his last question to him.