"Fun for you," she insists, almost pouting. In a completely also evil, playful way. "I think I have a pretty good idea, but humor me?" There's a teensy bit of 'oh god what is going on and am I doing this right?' tossed in there with the completely intentional provocation and such. Since she'd sort of expected he'd be on her in maybe a minute, two minutes, three minutes tops.

Then she reminds herself that she's the one with more significant bedroom impetuousness issues generally. Oh, yeah.

Maybe all it will take is more posing? A bit of hair-tousling that isn't really that tousley considering that it is deliberate as can be? "Don't you like the display?" she asks lightly.