It's up for debate whether it's mercy that she can't be more obvious - can't stroke him more fully. Because instead she settles to touching all the places she knows he likes especially. Her thumb circling around his tip, neat little circles over and over. Slow and meticulous. Not too much, not too little.

And outwardly she hums, nodding in thought to the question. "Oh, to stretch my legs certainly." Is the ready replied. Though she's certain they would be after this effort. Strained to shaking, no less.

"Take myself out for a long stroll in the gardens, indulge in warmer activities for as long as I can. Perhaps even a ride with my husband, if he should permit my boldness of wanting his company." Her gaze switched back to Sweeney with a sweet look, utterly empty of all but the mischief in her eyes.

And below the table, she used her fingertips to trace down the underside in a long stripe, top to bottom and then back up.