Oh, part of her wanted to push him away. But it was only a very small part of her. The rest wanted to haul him closer and have her dirty way with him. But the little witch kept her from doing that too. She wouldn't be the other woman, and she wouldn't help him sabotage a path to happiness.
But there was only so much she could hide. And she had swore to him that she would be honest. "I have been prowling for the clubs I knew were here in my world. The hidden ones. The ones that catered to... certain kinks." A soft sigh parted her lips. "But I've had no luck. They are either better hidden here, or they don't exist. So I have resorted to temptation. Do I not look tempting, John?" Bryn rocked back a step, just a little, almost as if she didn't want to be that far out of his space. His warmth. While the cold didn't touch her, she was Norse and essentially dead, she did feel what his body put out. But she wanted him to look, to take in what she wore. Her hands spread at either side of her hips.
"So far it has worked. But unfortunately... well.." She jerked her head in the direction the big man had run off in.