She quirked a brow, sliding her hands back up to his firm shoulders to give them a firm squeeze. "It involves letting me on top." If he was offering, Valkyrie wasn't about to turn him down. And without waiting for another polite acknowledgement, she took her turn and shoved him onto his back, straddling his hips.

"I'll make it good for you." A little smirk, and she was angling herself back to roll the stretching, black fabric down her thighs.