That was a blissfully short protest. And the growl was a much better thing. Xanthippe would've gone weak at the knees if that hadn't pretty much already been a constant state for her.

There was something scrambly and uncoordinated about the way she turned away from him, but at least the wall was a solid thing for her to plant her hands against. Her dress was already hiked up, bunched up around her waist.

She looked back at him over her shoulder.

"Like this?"