Fritzie smirks, feeling somewhat dizzy and ragingly hot all over, so mentally comparing Herman to a sun god looming over her doesn't feel remotely cliché. She really does wonder if perhaps Olympus might be missing its Apollo. Her gaze is torn between his eyes and his fingers gliding across his tongue, and she wonders if the taste of her pleases him.

"You're a shameful tease," she whispers huskily, her teeth tugging on the corner of her lips. "It's cruel to taunt a girl like that."