[ Hilda can't help the splutter of laughter as she goes to hook her other leg over his shoulder, letting it rest against his back with the one he'd moved earlier. ]

I thought you could read my mind. And I don't really feel like I'm equipped to come up with a lesson plan.

[ The chiding is a thin veil that barely covers up the slight stutter of her breath as he drags his fingers excruciatingly along her exposed skin made all the warmer by his touch. Whining with Claude usually got her what she wanted (eventually) but she had a distinct feeling that that wasn't going to be enough for him tonight. Her body responds keenly to him just like it always had, just like it always will. At his touch her back arches as a needy sound from the back of her throat is pulled by the way his lips slowly make their way up her leg and decidedly not anywhere near where she wants it to. If he wanted to play that game then she supposed she could oblige. ]

But if you don't have any ideas in mind I could always just...

[ She never completes that sentence, her own hand trailing idly between her thighs to hoist the hem of her slip further up to expose her belly. The only fabric left in his view are her underwear and it wouldn't be difficult for him to imagine where her hands travel to next. Teasingly she drags a finger against the thin fabric, cocking her head to the side as she watches him. ]