Yeah, she knew he enjoyed it even though he'd never wanted to admit it. Just like she was pretty sure he had enjoyed the maulings. And the hands going places that they just shouldn't. The way he'd taken her after she agreed to marry him attested to all of that.
<"I don't recall you ever missin' a thing, love,"> she noted as she stood up slowly, offering her hands down to him. <"And the day you do may very well be the day the ship explodes in a ball of fiery pudding."> Actually that sounded like fun if she could pull it off... Hm.