"Richard, you wouldn't be you without that intensity and that focus. I wouldn't want you without it." She just paused for a moment, and then she cupped his face with her palm once more, holding his gaze intently as she answered a question that she felt like he was asking without even asking it by just sliding into his lap. Leaning forward, she moved flush with him before she whispered softly in his ear, her breath warm and light against it.

"I know you. I know how focused you are, how intense you are, and how you give everything with your whole being when you actually give a damn. I'm the same way, you know, that's one of the reasons we work. So, yes I want you. Yes I know what it is that I'm wanting, and yes, I'm saying yes because I want to. You don't need to be scared of being yourself with me. I swear. Trust in me, alright? It should be my turn now." And then she pulled back a bit, her hands still on his face and her eyes searching his own and when she was in his lap it was especially hard not to kiss him, even though the desire to was written in her expression and the lines of her body.