You hand jumps to your mouth as if to catch such foolish words and push them back, but Foxy smiles. You push yourself up instinctively, but one of her hands is still on the back of your head. Where before it had been a gentile caress, now it held you. You notice now that her legs are wrapped around you waist. "Well, since your offering..." she says smoothly, as her free hand unconsciously moves.