"Yes," he says, though he's the one squirming a bit to help get the shirt off over his head. He's less glowing now, as he's not using his power, but his glamour is off. His skin has that dusting of gold to it, and his eyes and hair have glimmers of metallic colours that set them off, making him seem like a sculpture.

Shirt off, he tosses it aside and lays on his back for her. "I am at your mercy, my lady."