She wouldn't dare laugh at him even if she finds this terribly amusing and quite, well, flattering in its own way. When he resists her, she moves to sit up, pulling at his wrists with both hands so he will look at her, a gentle smile on her face.

"Oh no, you don't. I am not nearly finished with you yet." She tugs at his wrists again. "I've heard this happens to many men. And I take it as the highest form of flattery." Granted, she imagines he might have come like that even if she was the most unseemly looking woman in the world, he wasn't even looking at her and she was warm and naked and coming herself.

"And you forget, it isn't as though we can't try again in a few minutes. Unless you mean to be a terrible tease and leave me here unfulfilled."