"You haven't yet seen my Hispano-Suiza run," she said, her lips curling in her smile to show a flash of teeth between the red slashes of her painted lips. "She is a thing of beauty, Porthos." When had she last ridden on a horse? Had she ever? Ah, well, a horse did not come with a steering wheel and she did love the thrill of seeing the world fly past through the glass of her goggles, the road set before her gloved hands on the wheel.

There's no difficulty in it for her to flirt and tease, taking the shape of the heraldry he wore on one shoulder with a fingertip. She delighted in it, rather. The fact that he was taller, broader, and likely far more powerful than herself and yet wore an awkwardness to his words when he spoke made it all the sweeter. Thrilling.

She liked the sound of his voice and leant just a touch into him as she dropped her eyes to closer examine what she had first taken as a costume. The leather was scored and worn, and yet obviously well cared for. The same could be said for each piece of what looked as if it were made of a dozen layers, each one seemingly worn with as much care as pride. There was not an ounce of carelessness in the outfit and that surely said much about the man who wore it.

"Is that all?" she prompted, her eyes returning to his face as she smiled up at him again. She rather liked the possibility of what could be slated in to finish that sentence, but was quite in the mood to tease him further. She did like that smile, after all.