"Good thing you know better," Maeve answers with a grin. Her own voice is a little breathless, but she shoots Steve a smile that's both playful and a touch serious. Even though she knows she doesn't always succeed, Maeve does her best not to do anything for anyone except herself. She never wants to be the sort of person who dresses a certain way because she knows it would make someone react in a certain way.

It's still nice that he does, honestly, but she dresses how she does for herself.

She sits up in his lap, her palms pressed to his chest as she rolls her hips against him. She knows he'll like that and she does, too, stifling a moan between her lips as she bites the lower one gently.