He had been listening to her speak, his mouth open, feeling that fluttering feeling lower down that meant he had to look away or he was going to- he didn’t know what, but he shouldn’t be doing it. He shifted in his seat, praying for release from the car before something happened and he wouldn’t be able to stand up without giving the game away. What was she doing?
Well, two could play at that game. She wanted to tease, he could give it back and not touch. “I thought you said it was filthy? That seems pretty tame to me. Just the plot of any old bodice-ripper,” he said, his leg jiggling impatiently for the car to stop.