"Well, if you're good maybe you can order me around a little," Jessica conceded, because how could she not, even as it threatened the purity of her bit. She didn't really have a consistent, structured system for what constituted good, here. She couldn't, because the trick was she was incapable of declaring Elsa not good.

The kissing was an especially good start, of course, in any assessment. She snuggled into her side, mindful of her leg, stroking the hand linked in hers with her thumb. "Now, manners. What would you like?"