[Gavin purses his lips, swishing them to the side thoughtfully.] Makes you wonder what they've got in their repertoire. [And whether or not he wanted to press his luck.

He gives her a smirk, eyes glinting a little. He definitely prefers this, this bullshit flirting thing, to talking about their situation here.]

Not at all. And that's my point. [He leans in a little, her hand brushing his arm and his leg lightly brushing her's, their knees touching.]

So, indulge me, Maeve. If you were going to enter a contract, what sort of things would you expect from your submissive? [He lifts his drink to take another sip.]