She gazed at him with a scandalized expression, though her eyes were sparkling with the grin and laugh she couldn't suppress. "You're bad-" she began, but paused in her admonishment, frozen by the realization as she glanced around that they were at the moment surprisingly and entirely alone. Tucked away in their little chariot behind brightly colored horses with the carousel's music almost masking the sounds of the crowd below and beyond. As thrilling, unfeasible, and tasteless as Tony's suggestion was, she was fully aware of the fact that, like most of Tony's more obscene remarks, it was probably said purely for the sake of reaction. This was a game Wanda certainly didn't mind and she fancied herself to be a rather skilled player.
Her languor ebbed in an instant and she tilted her head, the laughter in her eyes was tempered by a more sultry amusement and her grin overspread by a slow smirk. "You're a terrible influence," she continued in a low chuckle and plucked the empty drink he'd been compulsively nursing from his hand with a little moue of disapproval before her smirk returned. He didn't need that, there were all sorts of better things in life to be intoxicated with, after all.
"A filthy degenerate," the honeyed insults dripped hot from lips that pressed against his in a kiss far less chaste than the one he'd received on his cheek minutes before. He tasted of mint and sugar and smooth smoky oaken bourbon. As she broke away she slid a leg over his lap and then lifted herself, knees on either side of his thighs, kneeling over him. "Shameless profligate," she reprimanded him in a moan. Wanda's hair cascaded down in waves around his face, touching his cheek as she bent down for another kiss.
"Indecent, practically immoral." Mouth to the corner of his lips, his jaw, his cheek, tongue flicking at his ear as she whispered, "And I love it. But-" she moved her mouth inches from his and the word was punctuated with a bite to his lower lip before Wanda sat back slowly, staring down at his upturned face with heavy lidded eyes. "I'm a good girl. Not an exhibitionist." She puckered her lips in a pout of convincing remorse and shifted to finally slide away from him with a little self-satisfied smile.