She didn't have any clear intentions when she reached for him -- nothing more specific than coaxing him over to her, that she might get her hands on him without actually having to move. It's a surprise, though not an unpleasant one, when he instead catches her wrist and undoes the buttons on the cuff of her blouse. Her pulse jumps under the light brush of his fingers, but she endeavors to keep a straight face, even as he leans in for a slow, sweet kiss.

"I suppose you'll just have to endure," she murmurs after he pulls back, her eyes taking just a moment longer than they ought to to reopen. "Because I can't promise that I'll be able to restrain myself."

She offers her other sleeve, privately wondering how well either of their resolve will hold up under the pressure of him slowly undressing her, but certainly up for the challenge.