"You said we needed to talk...not fuck." Hermione lifts her chin, her molten chocolate gaze liquefying him in its potency, her refusal to cow under his practiced steely-eyed stare a definite turn-on. A long moment passes as his hand drops to lightly encircle her throat, the thump of her pulse quickening beneath his thumb. "Although, I wouldn’t be opposed to the latter, it’s you who’s been the holdout here, not me."