[ as soon as he moves his knee into place on the edge of the desk she moves closer, pressing herself more fully into his hand and giving him a big smile as her eyes become lidded. ] About to get hotter. I really hope you can handle me, Dante~ [ a devious little snicker as she presses herself against his knee, grinding herself shamelessly into it as she expels a slow, uneven breath. her hands find his shoulders, fingers fumbling to take hold of the fabric as she tugs him impossibly closer. ]

But... you're a professional, ne, [ shivers. ] so it shouldn't be a problem, ... [ her tail snaps back and forth, swatting whatever else had been on the table off and clearing it completely. ]