A beat and then Lexi pulled back, eyebrows winging up incredulously. She wasn't exactly arrogant (not like he'd been, not like before, he'd gotten too broken to ever be that again), but she wasn't exactly a shabby kisser. And Lexi knew that when she got turned on, it wouldn't matter if a fire was raging next to her, so long as she got to keep touching and tasting and exploring. Jesus, maybe she was losing her touch. Or maybe Clara just wasn't as interested as she'd thought.
"If you'd rather," Lexi said, halfway between a laugh and a pout. "I guess I could go back to work."