She sighed at the feel of his thumb, truly discombobulated by that point, "It isn't taking advantage if I give you permission..." she said with a breath expelling from her lungs. Did she really just say it? She sure did. Then she gave a smile, not a sheepish one but just a smile. "I suppose I can content myself knowing you liked the pie I made. Do you want to take the leftovers? I just want enough for papa to try."