[ Content to let him, she turns when needed, watching him with adoration. Smiling, she traces a knuckle down his cheek. ]

Quite alright. I suppose it doesn't have to be floral, but... [ She smiles all the wider. ] My favourite scent does happen to be rose.

[ She hums when he gets to her lower back, eyes closing once more. ]

Perhaps we should talk business later, though? Tomorrow over dinner would be nice, don't you think?