As she rose and he stepped closer, she immediately inhaled sharply. Saying his name was common for her and though she meant for it to come out steady, even forceful, his affect on her had her purring it in a husky tone instead.
"Henry."
His proximity to her gave her a reason to place her hand on his hip, and had he been familiar with her the way she knew he was supposed to be, she would have made that move. As it was, she needed him to do it, to take that control. From there, Anne would show him exactly what it was he'd heard about her. "Your pleasure is mine, my Lord."