She lifts her head, bumps his nose with hers, up and then down again, hums a thoughtful noise. "No. No, I'm also into that kind of thing."

Eat your fucking heart out, Mitzy.

"Anything off limits?" He might technically still be on the clock, but she doesn't think the Balfours are going to care. She's honestly kind of baffled they let Carmy run breakfast because they won't even let Grace do her own laundry. They won't even let her into the laundry room, she's been strong armed by the world's oldest maid thrice now. She doesn't need a fluff and fold, Pearl, let her wash her own undies, damn.

But Carmy might care so he might not want her to shove her hand down his pants and see how fast she can get him off.