Pansy couldn't imagine—didn't want to imagine, actually—what it would be like to walk in on one's brother while he was in the middle of that. She could only hope it would be quite a few years before there was even the possibility of that happening with Nicholas.
The faint smirk told her she wasn't going to particularly like his answer, but then he told her to guess. Guess. Pansy glared up at Theo for a moment, but then an idea occurred to her. A small smirk formed slowly on her lips.
"And if I guess right," Pansy said as her fingers slowly trained down Theo's chest and over the firm muscle of his thigh, "what will be my prize?"