[The look she shoots upwards should say plenty about how she feels about the way he phrases that and what he means by it. Expect a well formed bruise later in retaliation. Her body sways gently and of its own accord, fingers curling into the hair at the back of his head.] Yeah, don't tell me you weren't totally already picturing that, detail for detail.
... She does have a way about her. [With a grudging smile she will admit it.]