She kisses him back, those fingers in her hair and the tenor of their conversation pushing her to deepen it just a bit before she pulls away. "You're right, there are," she says, smiling as she takes another sip of her drink. "Things I've learned to like, or..." Her blush deepens, just a shade, as she thinks about that afternoon only a few weeks ago; how she'd been blindfolded and bound, put on her knees for him.

"Or been taught to."