[discomfort only makes it that much more fun, for Ivy - well, as long as it's not Ivy's discomfort. So she's smiling, and reaching for Jean's hand, bringing it up to pin her wrist against the tree next to her head.]

Please what, petal?

[the other hand, by the way, has gone back to the buttons of Jean's shirt, and now somehow another button has come undone.

Just one button. We wouldn't want to be hasty.]