As soon as that cat-who-ate-the-canary grin starts to spread across his face she's biting back a retort. So, so very tempted to pinch his belly and say there are a lot of things that are bigger. But she doesn't want to bruise his pride right now. So, she settles for a sharp look and an exaggerated sigh.

She tilts her hips against him, shifting to feel more friction.

"I want you t'make me forget it hurts at all," she taunts sweetly. "An' not be a pecker about it."