[Lucretia almost grabs at Lup again before she remembers herself, gathers just a bit of shame to not just cling to the other woman and never let go. Even then, Lup only moves as far as she needs to, and that doesn't force Lucretia to let go, hands tangled into her hair and mind already racing with everything she could be doing with that soft mouth other than talking.]

Well, I-- don't know how much tour there is. I mean, there's my desk, and...

[Wait.]

... You meant my bed, didn't you.

[She isn't moving though. Mostly because Lup is still pinning her pretty close and she's certainly not going to be one to push back. Instead, she snakes her leg forward, crooking a knee around Lup's.]

I suppose that one's on you.