"Of course that's my plan," she replied loudly, a little off-balance by his gentle caresses. "But don't behave too much," and she leaned in close, "or no one will believe you want me." Big, splashy displays were more to her liking; obvious, ostentatious declarations of interest and intent. Anything less, and she just couldn't be sure.
Slithering off his lap, she playfully pulled at him, giving the reporter one more winning smile as she pressed herself against Ed, all vixenish innocence, before beginning her slow saunter out of the lounge. If all eyes weren't on them, then their audience was blind.