When Jack propped himself up, Phryne responded with a soft, sultry smile and let her untied robe slip slowly from her shoulders to puddle at her feet as she approached. She stopped at the side of the bed to stroke her hand down his chest and murmur, "Jack," in the tone that was always only for him. As amusing as her conversation with Dot had been on some levels, it had left her feeling tenderly toward her dear inspector and so she bent to kiss him sweet and lingeringly before rejoining him on the bed.