"Shut up, I can't be the one with the silver tongue all the time," she banters back, helping him with her jacket and slipping out of it. Of course, she's got no shirt on under it, just a trusty plunge bra.

Whatever Xanxus is saying, it's revving Luci's engine in a serious way. Italian is sexy, Xanxus is sexy, this entire night is the best thing that's happened to her in a while. The squeeze is received well, very well. Luci jumps up to wrap her legs around Xanxus' waist-- yes Xanxus, manhandle her. His linguistic prowess has turned up the heat for her, if it's even possible.