Fortescue smiles, in the middle of organizing the rest of her ingredients on the board, a jolt running up her spine when Luke squeezes her behind. Having him close always has that effect on her. A shiver is starting to gather in her nerves as Luke leans close to her neck... and then... he speaks.

The shiver and a quiet laugh ripple through her. Her smile sprouts up into a grin, and she bites her lower lip.

"That doesn't sound very pleasant, darling," she chortles, unable to help herself.