Looking over at Simon he smiles and is about to say something, but pauses and looks over at Kate.  Bolstered by the physical evidence she is enjoying this, Phill’s voice takes a stern edge.  He tries for that same tone he uses with the engineers he has to correct.  “Kitten. “  His tone sharp, rebuking, “You just earned a punishment… you have one way to stop this, that isn’t it.  Both hands above the table, Kitten.  If you are not using them both to eat, then rest your hand flat on the table.”  His eyes lock on to her again, despite his internal thoughts he focuses on the stern ‘you did wrong’ look he uses at work.<br/>Waiting till she complies with his instruction he lets the look slide.  Leaning back a moment he hooks his foot behind her, pulling a bit, then presses in on the side of her hip carefully guiding her to reposition the way she is sitting, mostly so he has easier access to her.  With her better positioned, his foot returns to his gentle exploration and caressing.  It’s oddly sensual and tantalizing for Phill to feel how much she is enjoying what he is doing with her.<br/>It takes a bit of willpower for him to tear his attention off Kate, and actually eat some of his food.  After a moment he looks over at Simon as he picks up his glass.  “Kitten there was a bit bad, what do you think we should do to convince her to behave more?”  It wasn’t that Phill didn’t have any ideas, it was that he had too many ideas, and was having a bit of trouble sorting them out in to categories of safe , sane, or even remotely feasible.<br/>