"I do know that," she replies proudly, and does them both the favor of finding and undoing the single tie that keeps her blouse together. She hadn't bothered properly dressing, perhaps giving her plan away: this is exactly where she hoped they would be. He needs to be in bed in some way or another, and if there's one surefire way to get him there, she knows it.

Now, whether this keeps him in bed for a day or two is yet to be seen. Only one way to find out.

She sits up, a pointed pressure on his hips as she shifts her weight, lifting her arms shucking off her blouse and tossing it aside.

"Not too much for your heart, I hope."

If her bare breasts does him in, which she wouldn't really hold against him as they are rather spectacular, they won't be getting very far. But he'd still be in bed, at least.