For that, Xanthippe dropped a kiss against the top of his chest.

And then promptly went back to poking at her phone, like an asshole who couldn't be swayed by his sad eyes. "Anyway, I'm ordering you lunch." Well, them. "I don't have time for, like, telling you about the restraints I bought or the room that's not really a room where I might make you scream."

She said all of that very casually, yes.