Odhrán had not expected to become quite so swept up in the moment, but, of course, she returned his fire and passion with equal amounts of her own. He probably should have known to expect that given how Talia was more much forward and open in how she expressed herself. They'd broken their kiss, but she remained close and the tingling of her breath against his skin was making his head swim. Her lips were almost touching his ear and the feeling of it was driving him to abandon. A soft moan escaped before he could help it. I love you, too. The world stood still. He hadn't expected her to say back to him so soon or even it all. He felt fluttery and featherlight. She loved him? Well, she had shown him in many different ways, but hearing the words had a pleasing firmness to it, a reassuring quality.
Suddenly, Talia's hands were on him and he felt her fingertips trailing against his neck. Just how? Cheeky. He laughed, then gave her his best impression of a stern look, though it wasn't entirely successful. Naturally, she was baiting him again, trying to talk him into casting more spells. He wasn't sure that seducing Talia with charms was quite what Séverin had meant when suggesting he should let his magic flow more naturally, but he was not about to correct her in her assumptions. She probably thought herself awfully clever, trying to trick him into more spells. It was also so incredibly sweet. She really cared for him deeply. He could see that as clear as day without needing any legillimency.
"Tut, tut, Talia," he told her playfully. "I believe the rules were that I would think about letting you go if you answered my questions to my satisfaction. Exactly how did we get from that to you doing whatever you want, please?" It was blatantly clear that he was in no way serious and just having a bit of fun with winding her up. His hands were still tangled in her hair and he playfully tucked on a strand as if to prompt her to start explaining herself. "See, I was thinking about undoing all those little buttons, one by one, but of course that was before you started getting carried away again. What is it with you having no self-restraint? Seems to me like I have to do all the restraining for you."
Odhrán really surprised himself by just how bold he could be. He gave her a sweet little smile, while contemplating how to push her buttons in return. "Alright, alright, don't give me that look." Her big, dark eyes were resting on him and the playful pout she was giving him was likely having its intended effect. "I'll do as you ask, but the next spell after that is up to me and you will not complain about it or undo it. Is that a deal?" He narrowed his eyes, waiting for her to nod her confirmation. Letting go of her, he shook out both hands, not so much because he needed to, but just for some added drama.
It only took another movement of his hand to undo the buttons on her vest. Maybe, he was showboating a little doing quite a few of them at once, but charms was the one area of magic that had always come easy to him. He knew he did alright in other things too, but that was mostly the result of putting in a lot of hours. Charms, well, they just came into existence without much trouble.
Odhrán helped her shrug out of the vest and carefully draped it over the back of a chair. He stepped closer to her again, slowly running his fingers along her sides, following every dip and curve of her body. "Everything you hoped for?" He teased playfully. "Now let's see if I can do this." He needed both hands to start weaving quite a complex spell pattern. He had to take a couple of steps back as his casting would require some room. He summoned several glittery stars into existence sending them afloat in orbit around her centre. The first three came quite easily, but he visibly struggled with the next two and knit his brows together, fighting to hold a spell with so many moving parts to it.
"If you'd put your hands on your shoulders for me, dear, that would be appreciated. Would make this a little bit easier." Well, another thing that would make this considerably easier would be a wand. Still, he was happy to make an attempt. He swirled his index finger in a spiral motion and the stars were set in motion spinning around her at a dizzying speed. Fine threads of blue silk came together around her waist and weaved themselves in a pretty sash belt. The newly created fabric wrapped itself around her three times, quite loosely actually, before being tied off in a cute little bow with long tails. One of the tails had a little 'Odhrán's' stitched into the fabric. If he was going to show off, he might as well go for it. His stars vanished from existence with a little crack, the spell perhaps not exiting quite as smoothly as planned.
An astute observer might have noted that he'd baked multiple spells into the proceedings not yet entirely obvious. After all, there were much simpler methods of creating just a small piece of fabric.
"What do you think? The colour suits you, no?"