She's not paying much attention, sadly. She's too busy enjoying his touch, her head rocks back for a moment, her hair drawing itself along his body in the motion.

The next moment she snakes chilled hands under his shirt, stroking the body she finds underneath. When she reaches his chest her ministrations pause when fingertips bump into the edge of the disk again... but then she smile, and draws a slow circle all the way around it playfully.

This shirt is going to have to go, Tony.