[She looks surprised.

... And then touched. A smile curves her lips.]

I've never ridden a spiderman before. [She smirks.] I bet you'll be better than the last man I did.

[Before Will has time to roll his eyes and groan (or blush and stutter or just Not Get It), she's tapping over to him and smoothing her hand along the hair on his abdomen. After a few touches, she hauls herself up, careful but spry.]

Where do you want me to put my hands?