Well, it was one way to foil his game, Solomon thought with amusement. Fortunately, two could play at that game, though unfortunately it would take him too long to unbutton his own shirt and he had no intention of giving Raine any ground. ... So to speak.

"My powers of observation are being somewhat taxed, currently," Solomon said lightly instead, even though his gaze was still on her face and hadn't so much as flickered downward. Even still he found one end of the cord that laced up the front of her chest-binding and with one long, slow pull undid the neat bow, and then unlaced each stitch, one-by-one, with one finger that never quite brushed Raine's skin. "You might have to explain it to me," he said, but this time his voice was lower, and his gaze was still on Raine's face.