She blinked again, as if he was forcing her to think when her brain was almost feverishly occupied in daydreams that had nothing to do with conversation, much less thinking and her blush deepened, her tongue darting out to moisten lips that suddenly felt dry, and she couldn't help a slow, hopeful smile. "Oh...I think I might have a few. Ideas. Things I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to get ideas about. Being a proper lady, anyways." She took a deep, shaky breath then, and her fingertips came up slowly, brushing over his bottom lip lightly. "I'm afraid I'm not feeling at all proper, however." She gave a slow, experimental, deliberate wriggle against him in his lap, flushing more. "Not proper at all."