She tips her head back a little (allowing access to her neck is a submission thing for her, and he probably remembers how she responded when he had his hand there in the dressing room--though she understands the temptation to bite may still be there, she also believes he knows better), shifting so they are hips-pressed-against-hips.

“You know I do. You saw what that did to me.” It’s more of a murmur than anything else. “But what do you want?”

Enticement for his answer comes in the form of her slight, effortless slide against him to create a small amount of friction between them. The elevator does, in fact, have a camera, though whether it actually works is anyone’s guess--sometimes these things are just a bluff.