Hermione let out a shuddering breath, hearing his words but really only concentrating on the miracles he was performing with his mouth. Both her hands fisted in his curls and she finally had to use a part of her brain for conversing.
"I-I think Hamlet can wait," she finally agreed. She hesitated to go in for his lips again, and finally murmured, "I-I'm not bad at this, am I?"