It's a question that brings out another side to Rosita's smile: something warm, something softer. She lets her eyes trail over the features of Dinah's face, not trying to hide it at all, not rushing. Confident, though - and she has seen it aimed at her before, she knows to be careful not to assume these days - not entitled.

"I would," she says, the smile lingering. Absolutely she would. "You're gorgeous, and I like the fight in you."

There's more to talk about, but this is important, so Rosita doesn't mind spending at least a few more moments on it. "Would you like to kiss me? All that Dom and Sub and quota and contract bullshit aside."