The squirm is brief, hardly meant, because what follows is her leaning her head back, giving Magni all the space she could desire to roam. "You are. I do believe I have your sweetness exclusively to blame for this mess."

Which is a barely meant threat, guilt, because the truth could not be more obvious. She had not once stopped Magni from going about touching her, teasing her, no blessing like this would have come upon them if she felt anything less than Magni had. Her fingers had been as quick to undo the lacings on Magni's clothes and Magni's had been at undoing hers.