She gets into the position as Arthur instructs, but something about it, all of it, strikes her as funny. She giggles, dropping her head, before lifting it, shoving her hair out of the way, and looking over her shoulder at them.

"You both are sweet, but maybe you could relax too. I'm not made of glass, and I trust you." Her smile is both amused and reassuring. She's over the moon about them, and she appreciates where they're coming from, but it's a lot easier to relax, when they aren't so tense about it.

"Come on." Impulsively, she gives her hips a little wiggle, which instantly embarrasses her, but she's not taking it back. "I want to try this."