"Oh-- you think Greg is up for the job?" Elizabeth grins wickedly and pokes Ivan teasingly in his stomach. Yes, her obsession with buttons comes from a distinct problem of nerves brought on by handsome men. She'd poked at Clark's suit quite a bit, too.

That tone though-- it does things to Elizabeth that she's never actually felt before. Little twinges in her neck and back and... other places. Oh this is dangerous, she could really get to like being held and spoken to that way for hours on end. He could read the MID directory to her like that and it would be a grand evening.

But she can't actually say that, so she just giggles. Again. And stops when she realizes she sounds incredibly dumb. "I suppose it would be, given you're a boy."

Nailed it.