"It's adorable that you think I don't know you'd shove bamboo slivers under your fingernails if I asked you to, because I asked you to," she countered tartly as she settled back down onto the couch--to very much enjoy the view.

Because she did know, at least in this moment, that he'd do anything she asked of him. Which was exactly why she said the things she did, because heart or no heart, she didn't trust herself not to overstep and demand things from him that would compromise him somehow. So she deliberately shifted her thoughts a different, less 'service-oriented' direction.

"But I'd rather ask you to unbutton your jeans--" She sought his gaze and held it, letting him see the pure, sexual desire there. "And maybe unzip them just a little."