( You know? There's only so much Nico can do in the face of that little tease: she's trying not to be too full-on, she really is, but Hubert's teasing question pulls at something low in her gut. So, then. He wants in charge in charge?

You better believe she can do that.

One of her hands moves away from his shirt to cup his chin, guiding his gaze up to her face as opposed to the task on hand. )

Y'know, if you're gonna give me attitude I'm gonna stop tryin' not to spook you.

( She sighs, falsely put-upon. )

Here I am, goin' out of my way to be nice an' patient, an' not make you do too much too soon ... ( But she's smiling playfully, warmth and affection bright in the brown of her eyes. ) And all I get for it is cheek. Unbelievable.

( She considers him for a moment, her lashes low as she contemplates what to do with him, before sliding off his lap to stand over him with a mischievous smile touching her lips. )

Strip.