I can read her body movements, and make guesses about her state of mind.
I’m fully clothed, in a comfortable chair. Maybe with a glass of wine and a book. The book might as well be upside down, for all the attention I paid it, but it’s a traditional prop and I’m a traditionalist. When I remember. But I’d be pretending to ignore her. She’d know full well I’m admiring her the whole time. It gives her time to come to the boil.
Before the words, “Come here.”