“So, so rude,” she agreed, lifting her eyebrows at his wandering fingers. “Psh, as if you’d like me if I had them. I’d be super boring if I were meek and mild-mannered. You love me for exactly who I am, and don’t even try to deny it because I know you too well, Mr. Knightley.”
She laughed at his melodramatics. “Not even a little,” she said. “Your bed? You mean our bed. I can talk about whoever I like, mister,” she added. She rolled over onto her side then, a leg crossing over his and her hand settling on his chest. “Will you ever recover, darling?”