[There's something about it that's making her breath catch in her throat, making her ache, when he hasn't even touched her, about him lying exhausted and panting and wanting her approval first. When before, before that time in the very recent past, he would go out of his way to displease her, he'd rebel through her...now he wants her praise more than anything.

It's intoxicating. She wants more.

She lets her hand drift to his cheek, stroking it lightly.]

Yes. You did very well, Thomas. You were good.

Would you like me to reward you now, or later...?

[He seems so exhausted, she wonders if he won't take the latter.]