She settles easily enough on his chest, reaching up to tuck some of her hair behind her ears so she can see him.

"Don't do what?"

She shifts again, getting more comfortable, bracing her forearms against his chest as she looks down at him. "Charles, I live in a world where pretty girls are commodities, prizes, things to enjoy and then things to discard the instant they stop being diverting or useful. Men view me as a toy to play with when they're bored or horny, but rarely am I viewed as an equal who deserves the same rights and respect as they do."

She traces the edge of his dogtags under his shirt, her gaze unflinching as she stares at him. He needs to realize how serious she is.

"How can you respect me if I didn't make you earn me?"