There had been another lull in the conversation. Ziva had continued to keep herself busy, and Tony had continued to easily lose his focus.
"So…" he began, leaning back in his chair, hands folded behind his head, a familiar meddlesome smile on his lips. "Are you loud? In bed?"
Ziva merely glanced at him, a similar smile ghosting at the corners of her mouth. "Maybe," she said dismissively. Tony leaned forward, wanted to know more.
"Do you like to be dominant? Or submissive?"
"Maybe."
"Well which one?" Tony asked. Ziva didn't give him an answer. He pressed on. "Do you talk dirty?"
Ziva had the same reply. "Maybe." She then added, "If you're a good boy, that is."
Tony promised himself he would be on his best behavior.