"I am," she "admits" though it's always somewhat less of an admission with Gustavain than it should be. He knows how to play a part but he's not a very good liar, not in bed anyway. She bites his lip a little in retaliation for his remark about his charm, but she's muffling her moans into his mouth a moment later when he pushes in deeper.

He can feel her clench down on even that one finger and she can't move enough to really bear down like this, but he can feel her muscles working like she's trying to anyway.

"Fuck," she says, when she's grown used to the sensation enough to trust her voice, "Oh, this was a terrible idea. Should have lured you somewhere where you could have fucked me properly instead..."