There's a joke — or maybe a taunt — in there somewhere about not making her work too hard. It's enough work as it is getting excited when he's all impatience. However, seeing as how she's too nice to tease him like that, all he'll earn himself is wild frustration and a stubborn will if he pushes her too hard.

He will stay put.

Or else.



She's standing by the table in the corner of her room almost half an hour later, wearing nothing but her blouse (buttoned just enough to cover what's important, hem just grazing the tops of her thighs), and that Stetson. Watching him, a pleased smirk hanging off her lips, ankles crossed in leisure. She nurses a bottle of juice.

Her throat's sore.