That laugh shivered through her body, but the expression on his face was fascinating to that small part of her, even as her eyes itched to return to Her.<br/><br/>"But you're denying him a treat..." she said slowly, softly, wondering aloud without entirely realizing it; her tact and restraint hazy in Her presence. Her head tilted a little with obvious curiosity, a couple of her dark curls swinging against her cheek with the motion, ignoring the tight burning beginning in her calves from standing tiptoe in those buckled boots. "...has he been bad?"