[Little minx... He knows what she's doing and it's working. However it's a little short-lived when he sees that bodice, the laces far more than he expected.]

This was definitely made on purpose.

[A low mutter as he tilts his head with some mild appreciation, his fingers running down the length of the corset, tugging slightly against the laces as he goes.]

I wonder who would get frustrated faster if I did this the traditional way—me or you?

[A low chuckle as she'll feel and hear that buzz of electricity that is a good hint of what method he's opting to take.

Of course... Even then it won't be so simple.]