She realises, that she doesn't have to not touch when for a moment, she is utterly transfixed with how Magni looks. That little flash of white teeth that sink into her lip. A want - to reach for her. To replace those teeth with her own. Which is a giddy, marvellous thing - if like the act she is putting on, a tentative one - lifting her hand slowly to lay them on Magni's body. Not quite her own imaginings, still learning. Wrapping them around Magni's ribs and slowly beginning to slide them up to cup her breasts. Firm as she could be even if her giggles threaten to spill over.

"Are you saying you'd disobey your Jarl? I will be forced to act."