Will followed some of her thought process, when she asked about the mirror. "No, but there is one under the glass. I could move my shirt, if you like." He used his body to urge her toward the counter, once they were close enough his hand eased from her breast and moved his shirt. The mirror was at an angle that she could see his fingers slide into her, as he did it at a slower, more defined, pace. "Raise your knee up against the front." He whispered into her ear, so they could both get a more perverse angle.