[She tilts her head up, defiant, her eyes darkening a bit when he licks her fingers. The hall is quiet and dark but there's enough light to see each other, and she can see the contours of his smile, that dangerous look.]

Maybe you have a cleaner mind than I do, if you weren't expecting that.

[She's thinking fast, trying to decide if she's going to make this easy for him or hard for him, if she's going to make him work for it.

She's trying to decide exactly what it is she wants.]

What would the rest of your house say, to see my fingers on your tongue?