[She could go for his neck, sure, but that's too obvious, instead she takes the opportunity to listen, busying herself with a path along his jaw before suddenly shifting to his collarbone. She'll go up to his neck from there, far too slowly because he seems like the type to be very, very patient. That's the kind of thing that needs to be tested.]

Oh, you like heels? You're going to fucking adore me.

[She has to run around construction sites forty percent of the time but the great majority of her shoes consist of high heels, or boots with heels, or just purely sexy boots. It's good to know she's got that on lock, and he's basically giving her the rest on a silver platter.]

You really are the classic type. What about corsets, though? The more modern variety. [Not that she needs the help pushing the girls up but, hey. Sometimes she enjoys the staring.]