Alex keeps tugging at the zip, peeling it down a fraction at a time. Very deliberately, she leans forward a little bit more, her feet planted in her boots, and rests one hand on Eddie's denim clad knee to make sure she doesn't lose her balance.

"We're talking about it now, aren't we?" she says, eyebrows slightly raised. "You tell me what's hot, and I make it happen." She grins. "Within reason. Like, right now, for example - how much do you really want to see what I've got on under this dress, Eddie?"