"Absolute privilege," she repeats, caught between mocking and incredulity. Honestly, the bullshit he comes out with sometimes makes her want to find her shirt and go.

She licks her lips absently as he works his way down, trying not to show her anticipation. There's no hiding the faint quiver of her stomach, though, and she waits with a sort of breathless irritation to see where his lips will go next. If they'll keep going down. "When was the last time I got something I demanded?" It's a poor attempt at covering up how much she wants this, but she tries anyway.