Matthew knew far too well how to push at the edges of her prim perfect pristine world and make it unravel in its entireity. Flirting and flouncing was suppose to be locked away; a relic of bygone years and intentions and horrors. Those fingers on her thigh were encouraging in the worst and best possible ways.

Despite herself, her eyes still flicked to the door to check they were still alone even despite Matthew's assurance that they wouldn't be disturbed. It wasn't usual to find people being close in the baths and Glinda wasn't jaded enough yet to do much more than turn on her heel with a squealed apology when she did come across it. And yet, they seemed to be alone. "Were it any other, I would say certainly not. However, I do seem to have trouble in refusing you." Since that first premission had been granted it had made it near impossible to say no to him.