But certainly with a little encouragement we can manage it.

[-he retorts, his tone indicative of biting back a laugh due to her rather licentious wordplay. When Sprezzatura nears, his extended hand loops around to the small of her back, slipping beneath her jacket, drawing her close enough that their bodies touch. His fingers quest beneath the fabric of her sweater, seeking skin.]

Now, as I recall--during our graveyard encounter--you complained about me not being able to reach certain areas of your body. Might we ply a solution to that problem now?