"Never--thou'rt a passing honest gentleman." Her breath catches, and to disguise it she kisses him again, lingering and heavy, and traces her fingers down his back with a light touch. She could breathe a little of her magic into him now, she could wish him some of her passion to get him drunk on her, but somehow she can never bring herself to do it, only wants what he'll give her honestly and fully himself.
But she has her dignity, so when the kiss breaks she slips away from him, sitting up just out of reach, a smile playing on her lips, as she arranges her hair over her breast. "Thou shouldst then take pains to have me."