[She does like it. There's no small amount of power in it, having the reins over that part of their relationship; it has to be that way, she thinks, to balance out his iron grip on the things they don't say out loud.

It's fine. She'll love him however he allows her to.

She lets out a long, satisfied breath into the crown of his head, and she teases:]

We could switch off, if you're starting to chafe. I could loom in the background while you could make all our connections.