“Empath, Pietro,” she singsonged. “I can have you begging without ever touching you.”
Pietro sighed, “Yeah well that’s a bit not fair you know. And I really don’t like people getting into my head.”
“One day,” she said, coming closer to him, “you’ll have to explain why that’s such a big deal to you. But I won’t. You know I won’t.” She put a hand on his chest, looking up with earnest eyes.