"Something like that." It's a whole lot of that, and she hasn't exactly cultivated any relationships where she's allowed herself to be in a position where a man has been allowed to enjoy her body as slowly or relish her in such detail as she's given Pietro. Although, she highly doubts that anyone would have compared her scars and imperfections to beauty in the way he did.

It won't be a thing that she forgets any time soon. "I like my painting." She whispers against his lips, and then with a small groan slides off his lap. With clothes left behind she takes him by the hand and leads him back to her bedroom and her large kingsized bed. Turning, she leans against it and brings him in close so that she can begin to undo the buttons on his pants, slowly undoing the zipper as well. At another time, she might have rushed things-- but this is more, and she doesn't feel the need to rush through any of it.