"Much," Jenny agrees, instinctively leaning towards him, though she still has sense enough not to . Not a whole lot has actually changed in the past few moments, but they're still closer to where she wants to be, the bed being far preferable to the couch for something like this (not that she would be entirely opposed to the couch either, but it wouldn't be right for a night like this, their first time together if not individually. There may be little ceremony left in it for her, but it means something, too). "God, you can finally get me out of this thing." Admittedly, she's as eager to be rid of it as much for comfort as anything else. She'd have been short of breath just from what they've done so far anyway, and a corset certainly isn't helping with that.