[Her laughter continues, a giddy little gigglesnort with a few grunts bled in to the discomfort. She braces herself against the armrest with her hands, tilting her head back to watch him from the corners of her eyes; should her smile grow any wider it might split her face in two.] Ugh, five.
Guess it's your choice, babe. [She still wriggles, however. Testing his grip.]