[Wriothesley runs a hand through his hair, it slightly disheveled and some of it sticking to his sweaty forehead. He grins though, his slightly sharper than normal canines peaking.]

You got me.

[He takes a few steps in before he takes a few steps closer and crowds her space.]

Of course you do. Why don't you move clothes off from there and take a seat? I'll reward you greatly for being such a good girl. [A lick of his lips.] I have a promise to uphold after all.