Oh, he'd get her to talk about it sooner or later. He couldn't care any less whether it was taboo or not, honestly— how could he not enjoy that thought, the knowledge that she would touch herself just thinking about him?

"Mine, hm? I like the sound of that," he hummed with a smirk, nipping lightly at her upper lip. His hands slid up her back, fingers curling into the fabric of her dress. "Now I just need to figure out what to do with you..."