*makes a soft, pleased sound low in her throat and gazes down at you with all due hauteur (the effect completely ruined by the gentle sway of her hips in response, the sweetness lurking in her voice)* Of course you will. I shall insist.
*flicks her hair back over her shoulder and traces a line down your chest with the soft bristles, watching your face* Perhaps I like the process. (I am perfect, and then I am undone.) Do you object to my attention?