[ Drunk as she is, content as she is, she goes with the press of his fingers, - then bites, not harsh but at the pads of them. Happy little growl before she slips sideways. Hard, hard to keep herself upright like this. Leaning into his shoulder, turning her cheek to his heartbeat. ]

No, but you were tactless. You are very rich. You said exactly what you wanted from me. I gave it. you would only be insincere if you all of a sudden wanted love from me. [ She yawns, wide, and shutting her eyes. A mistake - she realises, a suddenly terrible mistake. ] Byerly?