[ She approves heavily of Joker telling her what he wants. It gives her reason to smile, small and cunning. She knows she is getting exactly what she wants out of this as well as him. That sort of balance makes her happy.

She takes his hand again, placing it at her stomach, urging him to touch lower if he wanted to put those nimble fingers to use. ]

Show me those things? Make me think of nothing but you. Make me unable to do anything but ask for more.

[ Her free hand his caressing his cheek, a stark contrast to the things coming from their mouthes. ]