[She smiles, wider now, flushes.]

How do you do that?

How do you make me feel like a green girl every time you touch me?

[She isn't. She hasn't been, since she decided at the tender age of seventeen that she wasn't going to be a good girl who waited for a husband and got married to whoever her family told her to. The rules for the Khan are different; she chose the path she did with wild fury, with reckless abandon.

She rolls her shoulder a little.]

When I'm completely healed, then.

[In case she needs to hold him down.]