"I can do better than amusing you," Elia offered. There was a double meaning there, if he looked for it – the witch's memory of her first time in his bed was still hidden from her, but pieces of it filtered into her unconscious mind. Pieces such as a promise to give him whatever power he wanted from her – to put her own deep well of magic at his disposal when he asked.
That was hardly at the front of her mind, though. Elia was more interested in wrapping her long legs around Kennet's waist. It was a very pleasant way of drawing him in, urging him closer – keeping him there. "Being distracted is MUCH more fun than being obedient..."