[There's the laugh again, the smile like the sun, not a hint of calculation to it. She's a good girl, though, she does as she's told, bending her knees up, opening her legs, watching him through slitted eyes as one of her hands goes between her own legs, now, just teasing. She's waiting for him, it's clear.
Waiting and possibly putting on the slightest bit of a show, because she can.]
Are you going to call me by my full name every time, now?
action;
Waiting and possibly putting on the slightest bit of a show, because she can.]
Are you going to call me by my full name every time, now?