Kinjal's smile was slow but wide as she watched him bend his head forward. "That's exactly right," she almost whispered. And then he had done exactly as she had all but demanded of him, and she decided that she would keep his promise. After all, kissing someone's foot, even in this sexual context, was as demeaning as it really could be, wasn't it?
"You can touch me, if you want." Kin had learned a long time ago to be careful who she said that to, but she didn't see anything to worry about here.