No.

Despite his best efforts, his blood would not cool. Orus felt his need rising once again, and as he glared at the Witch he found it impossible to quell that fire that burned even hotter than his righteous wrath. Her velvety black dress clung tightly to the sensual curve of her bosom and hips, revealing an agonizingly small amount of those assets through a thin slit on the side of her skirt, and a low neckline where her cleavage was displayed tantalizingly as she bent forward over the enervated form of Gwyneviere.

Unable to restrain himself Orus reached out and grabbed hold of the woman's dress at the collar, yanking her forward and tearing it down the middle as he did so. She gasped as she fell into the bed, breasts suddenly exposed. He swiftly rolled over to press his forearm against her back to hold her down, continuing to tear her dress open at the side of the skirt. He managed to yank down the Witch's undergarments when he felt her start to react beneath him.