[Cornelia laughs, but the tone of her voice is lighter than it usually is. She moves away from her seat, one hand pressing into his chest when she is close enough to touch him, and she pushes slightly, forcing him to sit back again, her other hand moving to grip the edge of the jacuzzi so that she can pull herself closer.]
And what will you do if I cannot grant you that permission?
[She's suddenly very much aware of how much his proximity affects her. His gaze. His mouth. They are so difficult to tear her eyes away from. And she has to force herself not to touch him further as she keeps her body outstretched, taking up the entire length of the small pool. Her hand leaves his chest, but it lingers slightly so that she can lightly brush her nails against his wet skin, and then returns to the towel, which is still trying very hard to come loose.
Cornelia inclines her face slightly, her lids lowering as if she will kiss him, but just before their lips touch, she shifts her head away teasingly in order to prevent it from happening. Her eyes, though they dilate slightly in a way that makes it obvious she's had something to drink, are bemused and her lips purse together in a grin that is as good as a challenge.]