It would be a lie if she said she wasn't a little pleased that she indeed had his attention. It hadn't been her intention, at first. But when he stood and retreated to the kitchen, she couldn't deny that her intentions shifted. Feyre licked her lip again, imagining that she could taste that sweet and salty mixture there.
But she saw his white flag for what it was. "Alright, we can change subjects. I'll behave. But I can't lie, knowing I have one of Spring Court's finest shielding himself makes me feel a little sense of pride." She held her hands up to signal she surrendered as well.
"I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea about me, either, though. The thought to climb that counter did cross my mind. I definitely have enough imagery to fill up pages." He was being truthful, she could be too. She definitely felt the heady pull of attraction.