[ If she wanted to, she wouldn't have to reciprocate a thing. He'd not only let her, but he isn't sure he'd mind — perhaps he'd even prefer it. When she's so passionately extolling the virtues of equality, though, he can't possibly imagine a world in which he explains that. It's sweet, if almost cloyingly so. Most people are selfish deep down, but not, apparently, Nepione. ]

How very poetic. [ He withdraws, trailing his hand down her arm to take her hand and lead her out of the water. ] I expected something more vulgar.

[ Something more specific, at least. Body parts and where she wants them. But 'vulgar' isn't quite her style, is it? She tends towards the more tasteful and flowery. ]

Oh, but the night is young. There's still time for you to say something absolutely depraved.