Irene chuckles, one hand on her hip and as she changes her grip on the crop to tap against her own calf idly- though it's not idle, not really. She's just carefully making sure it's unforgettable.

That sheepishness is nice, she thinks- as is the slight squaring up that follows. "Now you're getting the hang of it, dear. It is what you make of it." Her voice is lower, something thoughtful and a little challenging in her expression, smile still clinging to her lips; she's clearly testing the waters. In fact, she's testing Odessa herself, to see how she reacts. "And it depends on what sort of bonding you're looking for, of course."