She eyes him over her shoulder, mouth pulling into a smile. The challenge makes her chortle — a quick, amused scoff — turning away to shake her head.

When she turns back, there's a spark to match her crooked lips.

"Y'want me t'take advantage of you?"

She's back to quiet playfulness, teasing, ribbing. Rolling onto her hip, she crawls astride him.

"And you're okay with that?"