"Down boy," Deirdre chides in a warm voice. "Talk about love after you've dealt with me for a little while. This is...incentive." Her tone is confident, controlled, poised, but the tiefling's not so above it all; her cheeks are darkening, her eyes locked on Jeff's face while he struggles under her attentions. His hand on her calf parts her lips with a soft sound, pleased and interested. "You've entered the employ of someone who has been...lonely, Mister Jeff. And is quite willing to indulge the interest of a funny, fascinating, and handsome man."

She hooks her toes on Jeff's waistline, tugging in the hopes that he gets the hint: this is in my way. "Now that we're clear, don't stop talking. You've been thinking about fucking me -" her voice sharpens into an order. "Elaborate."