Phryne curled around his hip and shoulder, fitting herself into the spaces his posture left, and while she spoke she trailed her fingertips down his chest and back again in a rhythmic thought-smoothing caress. "As much as she can be, poor darling." The corner of Phryne's mouth curled and a touch of mischief appeared in her eyes. "It seems she encountered a man, a fully grown man she stressed, in the all together, and one suspects at least partially aroused."