[The pinch makes her inhale sharply, and it takes her a few moments after that to register his question and focus, her pupils wide even when her gaze settles on him.

Even when she does, she's quiet a little longer, eyes roaming down his chest.]

You. A lot of things. You could start by keeping doing that. Or—this.

[She grabs the hand on her hip by the wrist and guides it more between her legs, though only about halfway there.]

But—what do you want?