Veronica snorts. "Oh, yes. Hypnotism. Of all possible answers that's the most likely. It has nothing at all to do with the fact that I'm sure she was all..."

She lifts a hand and tousles her hair, letting it fall in front of her eyes, then turns the movement into a long, languid stretch that arches her back. "Oh... Indy," she moans huskily, "It's so... hot in here," one finger running across her face, lips, to her jawbone and along it, tracing the line of her neck - down to the top button of her shirt, which she opens, and then the next. "Maybe it's just me, but I've been feeling really... hot recently..." She stretches again as she turns towards him, letting her hand run along his leg, starting at the ankle, then calf, then knee, then thigh - meanwhile she gets to a crouch, the other hand balancing her drink.

In a smooth movement she's got him pinned: one foot on the floor but the other knee over him, at his side; her free hand presses against his chest, keeping him down. She leans forwards, bringing her face so close to his that it seems she's about to kiss him, but at the last moment she diverts, moving to breathe into his ear, nuzzling his jawline as she does. "What about you, Doctor Jones? Are you..." a pause, and a breathy sigh: "...hot?"

Then suddenly she pushes back, the spell broken, looking smug. "Superpowers my ass."