[ She's edging him closer and closer to the edge. Pushing the buttons in an attempt to find the reaction. He's quiet for the moment. Instead choosing to let her drive the conversation forward. Her tempting words. Fighting him at every turn. He has no doubt in his mind that he'll get her in his lap more often than just now. She talks rather bit and she wants him to know that she doesn't need him, but that's not the truth. Not really. She just wants to be man handled. She wants to feel him snap and take.

Jamie's nodding his head along, but he's not agreeing with anything. Not really. Instead his hand rests on the small of her back. ] Ye'll be in my lap a bit, Rosalind. [ Just a fact. His hand smooths up and down the small of her back before he lifts it back, drops it a touch lower and smacks the top of her bottom. She wanted his temper to get up. She wanted a fight. She wanted him hungry to put her in her place. Which he has no problem doing. ]

Dinnae make me ask again. Up with ye. Or I'll take ye over my knee in front of all these people.

[ Whatever fear he may have of developing an audience doesn't exist right now. Not when she's wiggling about so freely. Not when she looks at him with this burning smugness that makes him want to push back. ]