She'd be loathe to let anyone else get that right. The privilege of being able to touch and explore him. So she sighs when he kisses her, groans when his mouth finds her neck. Cheap thrills, she kept telling herself. Or the most expensive, depending on how you looked at it.

Confusion twists her expression at his request for the briefest of moments, already so wrapped up in rhings that it seemed silly for them to have to stop. So she grins a grin full of tongue and teeth and shifts enough for her shirt to not be pinned in the slightest.

"I think you can just assume everything from here on is going to be a yes, Doctor."