"It takes some work, of course. Painting and corseting and a rather ingenious contraption to create a false bosom, but it can be done. Perhaps when this is over and I am well again I might show you." He took pride in his skill after all, and there was something about being in a corset that made certain situations all the more sensual.

Little by little the thought ceased to warm him- or rather that was the wave of heat under his skin receding to leave him chilled. Not so much as to drag the blankets back up but more than enough to have him turning to tuck himself against Michel's chest. The man was warm, kind, and present. He would think about it later. "It certainly made the mission simpler. Get a man naked and distracted enough and he stops being quite so paranoid more often than not. Makes the kill afterward easier."