Any mark his nails make at the skin underneath her stockings heals instantaneously, and Claudia smiles in macabre delight at the sensation. Her free hand trails a nail down his exposed throat, teasing herself just as much as him, almost more of a promise more than anything at this point that she intends on sinking her teeth in. But patience, patience, she tells herself. Not yet.

She's not going to bother taking anything else off; it's unnecessary. Her nails keep going down, down, tracing over the details of his coat until she slips in where his top meets the hem of his pants. Claudia undoes his belt with agile fingers, thinking she might very well use that later.

With that out of the way, she plunges in, grabbing his erection like she owns it.