The smile she flashed at him could be described in many ways, but innocent definitely wasn't one of them. Devilish maybe. Wicked, certainly. He made it so easy for her sometimes, and he didn't even mean to. She'd notice him move closer to her, though she doubted he realized he'd even done it. She leaned towards him ever so slightly, placing one hand on the curve of her hip as she watched him.
"It's pretty easy," she commented indifferently. "One person acts out an activity," she paused on the word, seeming to consider activities she'd like to act out, "and the other person has to guess what it is. Kids stuff, really." She laughed to herself. She needed to reign herself in, she knew that. On the one hand, she was sure he'd probably take her suggestion at least half seriously and she had no intention of playing charades, or any other game with him. Unless perhaps it was seven minutes in heaven or some variation of it. The irony of its name was not lost on her. On the other, if she didn't stop laying the sexual innuendo on so thick, she'd find herself in yet another awkward situation like she had the last time he'd come to stay with her.
"You know, Clarence," she said after a moment, "we've been spending a lot of time together lately and you always just go with it. Whatever I tell you we're doing, you're on board. Don't you ever have anything you want to do?" She was sincerely curious, though she knew the kind of response she wished he'd give her, and yet never would. His mind didn't work in the same patterns hers did, after all. Still, with as close as he was to her now, she couldn't resist reaching out to him as she asked her question. She rested her hand gently, relatively innocently, on his hip.