Really, everything she did had a purpose to it. It just was up to whether she realized it or not. Right now? She knew. Every piece of what she was doing was perfectly calculated in her head to make him willing and pliable. Especially since the idea was so strange.
"I need to find a place to race animals... But it has to be aquatic and lacking chemicals so it doesn't kill the critters," she was not going to tell him what she was racing exactly unless he asked. And she was going to prevent that for the longest time possible which was precisely why she was using foot and toes to gently massage his thigh, being as distracting as possible. "Certain people will be mad at us. And the animals are stolen," she admitted.