Chuckling, Ita replied coyly, "Not with me... That's not to say I couldn't get my Aunt Lissa to send it to me. If you'd like." Hey, she could appreciate the fun of playing a little dress up. Giggling at his last comment, she just rolled her eyes. Guys were so predictable sometime. She didn't have any fetishes, that she knew of anyway. There was no particular clothing or job or anything else that turned her on just because. Not even uniforms. Wait, no... She did like sports uniforms. That made a lot of sense, now that she thought of it.
Grinning, Ita said low, "I know," and then closed her eyes at the nuzzle. She really did like attention to her neck. As the nuzzle was it, though, she settled into him, leaning against his shoulder since he had his arm around her. Soon, she reached over and grabbed the other pasty. "I made baklava for dessert," she said softly. Then she remembered she had wine. Sitting up, she pulled out two wine glasses and poured one for each them. Grinning mischievously, she held her glass up in toast fashion, "To dessert." Oh, and it was very clear which kind of dessert she meant.