[ Her hair does, in fact, thwap lightly across his face as she turns her head. The smell of her shampoo fills his hair for a moment, and he just breathes it in.
Breathes her in. Like he needs any more reason to want her. ]

Aw, why, do you think of yourself as a naughty maid? Misbehaving for your master?

[ Ah, but then she makes things so easy on him. Sets a challenge, whether she means to or not, and his grin widens, and his grip tightens on her waist, pulling her back a little more towards the solid wall of his body. She's stronger than she looks, tougher than she looks, but she's small enough that he can move her easily, and they both know it. ]

You don't think I'm creative, kitten? [ he rumbles on a teasing voice, and he moves in to brush his lips against her ear again. ] Because I bet I can find some fun uses for a cute maid like you.

[ She does have that bucket, too. Full of all sorts of things. And knowing this place, they're anything but cleaning supplies. ]

What's in your little bag of tricks, then? Be honest with me.