Oh, and she's just smirking. She completely knows she's diabolical. It goes with the silk and the lace and all that.

Once his hands are properly placed, she gives a satisfied nod. She locks eyes with him and doesn't break from that or even so much as blink as she scoots on down even more. "Promise you won't regret it," she chirps, and then, yep, she's nudging his legs further apart and reaching for that man-reaction he's worked up.

Phase one, the fondling and stroking phase, will only last until she's satisfied that he's going appropriately crazy.