Silviya practically purred to see him, and with wine at that, even better. "Mmm... I hope they're not too sore, they won't be getting much rest tonight," Silviya wasn't the smoothest operator, but she knew how to twist words, and when she felt like it could turn on the romance writer within easily.
She approached him slowly, nearly lazily, looking around nonchalantly, as if she wasn't just dying to jump him. When she finally reached him across the room, she took a glass of wine from his hands and sipped at it, licking at her upper lip deliberately as she set the glass down on the counter. "Having a good week, love?" She asked, all innocence.