[The infernal whore. Lucy would have done it. She wouldn't have known what else to do. But Charlotte was completely impossible. If he moves to her, she's won. If he doesn't, then what? He glances back at the director, but he doesn't want advice from them. He needs to prove his dominance without their interference.

He waits a beat to see if she moves, but of course, she doesn't. He moves to her, already releasing his penis from his breeches.]

I hope that you play as eloquently as you speak, Miss Wells. I want to feel the swell of it before the conclusion, and for you to experience all of it's aftermath. There is none to be wasted. Is that clear?

[He bends towards her, whispering beneath his breath just loudly enough for Charlotte to catch his words.]
There is no sister, no mangy alley cat now. Do it or we will see when we are alone what will happen.