Eleven obliged her in sitting up so she could take off his jacket. Once free of it he blindly threw it to the side, smirking as he hears it land on the nearby chair. Yep. He's definitely still got it. He was surprised she was going so slowly, though he wasn't complaining. He didn't know how long it had been for her and he was content to let her set the pace.
He slid his hands down her shoulders, enjoying the feel of her in his arms.