She didn't move far away either, as he stepped back to toe out of his pants. But she did lean back enough to look and to trail her fingers back over his hips and down the front of his thighs. She wasn't going to be greedy, though. Even if she could have reached out and touched him and maybe gotten her wrist snatched up again, looking was enough. All the same, it was really hard to keep herself from pressing against him to seek out heat and contact.
The warning went right through her into her core, turning a tight knot of tension inside her. In the best possible way. She was fully prepared to stand by them if he wanted. For now, for later, for whenever. And she might have told him so, too, had he not mentioned her shirt and distracted her. What had she even put on that morning? She glanced down briefly at the faded band t-shirt. It wasn't one of her favorites. She'd gotten it second-hand a couple years ago and had no emotional attachment to it. So she shook her head and offered him another half-shrug.
"I'm not partial to it," she said. The underwear she was partial to, but she hoped Jinn knew well enough not to rip lace. Then again, it might just reappear in her drawers in the morning, so did she really care that much? Eh.
She raised up onto her toes and arched into him again, getting closer and giving him a little more access, if only to let him know that she wanted it, whatever he wanted to do. It was also nice to be able to hold onto his shoulders and indulge in the momentary feeling of power that came with her being fully clothed and him being completely naked. That wasn't going to last long, but she could grasp that thread and tease it out while it was still within reach.