She dares to look up at her, then determined as much as she can. The brovado is well and truly gone. Just a earnest and a desire that glints mirror like behind her eyes. Determinedly peering up at her.

"I want you to be like I was when you touched me."

That breathlessness that left her whining, gasping, writhing, twisting in Magni's lap. Not just being touched then, being touch in just such a way, and she punctures words with sentence as she slides her fingers slowly up again. Lighter, less about working sore tense muscles and more just about touching her skin, in how she positions herself to kneel that little inside Magni's legs. Stopping her from closing them. "Let me look at you?"