[She fixes him with a withering glare, and brushes his hand off her muscular thigh.]

"Interesting" is not what I seek here.

[Yes, it is. It always is. But that's not the point.]

[She lets go of his wrist and pushes herself to her feet, tensed to fight if he shows any sign of aggression. Her eyes are fixed on him as she reaches up to unfasten her corset, lips pressed together.]

If you wish to help, then concede. Or, at the least, shed your drawers and go to the bed.