Instead of attempting to keep that train of cyclical thought going, which is very tempting and probably a default she's having to work to avoid (hint: it is), she just giggles, especially when he switches them like that.

“It looks like you’ve got an idea about where you want to take this,” she murmurs playfully, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and biting her lip.

Not like she’s going to let him win that easy, oh, no. She makes a point of slooowly sliding her leg up his to around his waist, smirking all the while.