[ he's really quite gentle. she's grateful for the tenderness as much as his curiosity; it adds an unexpected thrill, to feel him forming these tactile hypotheses. cupped in his palm, her heart beats a steady rhythm—and she's warm, and very, very soft. in fact, everything about Sprezzatura seems less painfully taut than is her usual, as though the key to her relaxing was, all this time, as simple as stroking her chest. as he works her nipples stiff, she meets his gaze with admirable ease.

he looks good. ]

It is. [ it's practically a sigh ] What you are doing now is... one of my favourite things. Why do you think that might be, Detective?

[ he said so himself, he wants to unravel the mystery. she might as well play to the theme. but despite the playful nature of her words, she's also nudging at his knees with the toe of her shoe, urging them to spread wide enough to stand between ]