She swallowed lightly, fighting to keep her eyes fully open, to not gaze at him through half-lidded ones and let desire overcome her. Her breathing had quickened and she tried to keep it steady and regular, as if this meant little more than if he had wished her good day in passing. Because it would be far too easy to give in, but she had to wait if she wanted to be able to do it at all. He'd asked something of her and she expected herself to deliver.
"I imagine I might be able to persuade them," she agreed softly, eyes never leaving his, unable to look away for even a moment. "Mother will be displeased but she will acquiesce, I'm certain," she added.