The noise she makes is somewhere between a whine and a sigh, like she can't decide if it's worth it to be smug about the whole thing, or if she'd just rather bypass that and get right to making him need her, too.

"Joel," she breathes in answer, holding the sides of his face, her thumbs at his cheekbones. When she looks up at him, her eye is more black than green, pupil blown wide with hunger, and she pulls him back down, letting go of his face to push at his clothes.