"I'm not really actively aware of what I lust after. Good waves. Chocolate. Talking to someone until my throat is sore. Biting down on that hip thing that some guys have, especially when their skin tastes like salt water. ... okay, that's a few things." She grinned, but then blinked when he said he was lusting after her. Everything else fell on deaf ears, and she moved onto his lap to straddle him, grinning. "That feels nice," she murmured. "You lust after me?"