[ Grell gives something between a yelp and a gasp, as her wine sloshes over. Thankfully, it just lands on her leg, and not the comforter! ]

Now, Will, what opportunity would I have had to do such a thing?

[ She wipes away the wine with her fingertips, and a playful tutting of the tongue. ]

Things are a bit different here, is all. They’re not nearly so prude. [ And with that, she’s licking said fingertips clean with a wink! ]