"Very well. Remove your clothes, and kneel on the ground." She said sharply, folding her arms, the flirtations and niceties in her tone all but gone in a second. She herself was still dressed - those clothes would come off when it was necessary, but for the time being, it wasn't. It was about giving Ambrose what he needed. It still fascinated her that of all the things he'd come to her for, this would be it. She leant against the wall as she waited for her, rolling her eyes at the speed, and clapped her hands suddenly.
"Quick, quick, I don't have all day, cock." She smirked, moving over to him and yanking his pants down. "Or do I have to undress you for you? Are you that useless that you don't know how to undress yourself?" She grabbed the back of his hair, pulling his head up, and forcing a kiss onto his mouth, hard, before pulling away, and wiping her mouth. With that, she took a step back. "I'll give you thirty more seconds, then I'll turn nasty. You wouldn't want to see that, would you?"