[ Those hands migrate to her cocked hips, shoulders back, as she flashes him a crooked smile. ]

My dearest Will, I should like to think that I'd know it best-- well, second to that lady of yours! Which, speaking of, you must be seeing, if you've any hope of making that reservation.

[ Retrieving the stack she'd stripped him of previously, she pushes the papers against his chest, rights a piece of hair behind his ear, and pats his chest as though to send him off. ]

But if you've the time after, we can comb through the detail of your proposal plans after. I'm just dying to hear them.