The librarain was grateful for how easily Simon moved with her without looking as if he were the only thing holding her up. He protected her need to look strong even if at the moment she didn't. She felt lost, confused, and in need of a proper smack to the head. That or a cold shower.
"Yes." Her hands settled on her lap, and her ankles tucked to the side, crossed. She could be somewhat prim and proper even when she felt the need for air.
"So is it a torment?" She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, her cheeks taking a slight blush. "And, if it is, why let me have my playthings at all? Do you like seeing me torment others? Have them do my sexual bidding?" Her cheeks grew no darker because the first of the questions were almost a request for a compliment, and the following questions let her slake her need for answers, even if only temporarily. She wanted to understand.
"Or do you like to play the voyeur, knowing what I do with them when we are alone? Watching as you watch all things?" Her curiosity was dangerous.