A quicker intake of breath as Lakshmi's hand runs up to her hip, tensing with her own suspense as delicate fingers (so much more ladylike than her own, not so callused from work) follow the curve of her thigh. When Lakshmi looks up to her, she nods a little, encouragement, reaches to Lakshmi so she can run her fingers along her jaw. Tries to keep her breathing steady, and not hold her breath with anticipation.

"Saving grace?" Her smile is charmed and bemused in equal parts. "How?" How did looming so awkwardly possibly help?