She, of course, knows all this already. But she can't resist the opportunity to tease him some.

"T'be honest," she whispers, tipping her head to leave slow, wet kisses across his breast, "when y'had me in your arms in the washroom, I thought I was gonna burst into flames. An' hearin' y'moan my name..."

Her hands curl into fists at his waist with the memory.