She circles around behind him, still trailing those fingertips, having to work hard to suppress the giggles. “Then what’s the issue?” she purrs. A slow smile curls her mouth, and she’s broadcasting sensuality.
“Well, the issues, an- and that’s plural, are your honor, and, the impropriety… wait-” Percival shook his head rapidly, “The issue in regards to what? What are you doing back there?”
That does it. She can’t hold it any longer, and bursts into laughter. His fumbling for an answer is adorable. “Percival,” she says, patting his back, “there’s no fantasy of mine that’s worth forcing you to fulfill.”