She laughed at that, sounding gleeful, and then bit her bottom lip, ghosting her fingers over the belt buckle - sorely tempted to grip him through his pants, feel him pulsing in her warm palm through his jeans. Lila refrained, being good, and she gave a slow grin. Her eyes went where her hand wanted to be and she smirked at the tent of his pants before licking her lips and looking back into his face.
"Oh, sweetheart... I'm popular everywhere." Another smirk. "There's more where that came from, if that were the kind of favor you're interested in..."