[ "titillates"—she swears she made that joke herself, once before. so her lips curve slightly. ]

You are detective here, Herlock. Deduce. [ with pure selfishness, she cups a breast and lowers herself so she can brush its nipple across his lips. little tingle of pleasure while her foot trails deeper towards the joining of his thighs. ] I give you some clues, mm? At home, I hanged mirror... at foot of bed.

[ impossibly high, that pressure comes.... so close to touching, and just. skips over his groin to continue its path down the opposite thigh. it is very incredibly on purpose ]