[What cat isn't susceptible to flattery? She pauses, and then gives going back to stalking him a try, aiming to circle and inspect him from all sides again, from the well tailored clothing to the face she failed to mar. There's that impulsive jump in her pulse again, but images of him on his knees creep into a different context, and the vexation - and wariness - of being beat...gives arousal an edge.]
Excuse you.
[Conversation is a placeholder: she's creeping closer again, testing how she likes it, wanting to see if he'll react.]