Xanthippe gave him such a brief look for that first answer, like she was masking the thrill she felt with being amused at how predictable an answer that was. But she did genuinely feel both of those things.

And what was better, she didn't question his desire for her, but rather accepted it as her due. Might have been just for this moment, but it was still progress!

Anyway. Desk chair, got it. She went to it, then brought it back to the bed where she could put it right in front of him.

There was nothing casual about the way she stood beside it. She didn't even try. "Is that good?"