Fortunately Phryne read "Jack" far more fluently than she spoke him, and when her mind ceased whirling for a moment, she had no trouble translating words, deeds, motions into Jack incredulous and... happy, she thought. Maybe surprised to find himself in this position tonight. Less fortunately, body aflame with his kisses--not tentative but exploratory, her disfluency with "Jack" made speaking more difficult.

So she spoke "Phryne" instead, not content to be the passive subject of his worship, and drew her toes up the back of his leg in an exploration of her own. She'd waited as long as he had, after all, and doubtless had the more vivid fantasies of moving beneath him, over him, beside him and in every other possible alignment of their bodies. She did manage to translate for him with the caress of her fingertips against the side of his face and jaw and a murmured, "You may have all the opportunities you wish, as long as I don't have to pretend I don't want this with you anymore."