Her eyes meet his then drop almost demurely, but the contrast of the gesture with the heat of her residual gaze only emphasizes how not demure she really is.
"Ah- Beautiful. Are other at home? Or are you expecting any visitors shortly?" She quite hopes the answers are in the negative because she has no intentions of making him wait any longer than he has; she can feel his desire washing off of him and it makes her hair lift ever so slightly from her neck.