Ianthe melted into his embrace, welcoming his hands on her audience or no.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"What's your plan?"</span>she wondered, her voice scarce more than a whisper but pitched toward mischief.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Dessert in the MT? That what you meant by 'flexible'? Or did you have something else in mind?"</span>She grinned up at him, her lower lip caught between her teeth.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>