This is something new for them, and Saffron can already tell how very good Mike is at it. Her breath quickens as he spins her around, and she can't move enough to get her arms settled comfortably, which she suspects is the point.

"Whatever you like," she murmurs in response, not sure if his question was rhetorical or not. She may get punished for answering if it was, but she doesn't exactly mind that possibility.