'I do not doubt about that, sir, clothes are often an unnecessary obstacle to see true beauty.' Alice's voice is now soft and playful. With the other hand she caresses Gabriel's chest and then lower on his torso. Now they have skipped all social steps of knowing someone beyond the name, she might as well get an idea of what is beneath his blazer.
They are almost close enough to feel each other's breath. Lust has awakened in Alice, 'Still, I see no reason to trust you to go to your suite. Some angels... they fall.' the Harpy is not entirely crazy, although... 'other angels, are good kissers.'