W... well—

[She had to pause and suck in a breath, hips hitching with each 'line' he so... helpfully swiped. Her hair was doubtlessly a mess by the way she kept tossing her head, but eventually she found her train of thought again. It took a massive amount of control to not just let him do as he pleased.]

I... would do this for you. On my knees, or in, in the b-bath, maybe. I'd—maybe—greet you in the morning, wearing your shirt...?

[She thought men might like that sort of thing.]