Exhaling sharply, Meredith arches up against his hand, the better to let him get the last of her clothing out of the way. "You are," she says, meaning just to agree, but it comes out as a sigh. Laying her head back, she looks up at him, half-smirking. "Very dirty. You're lucky I like that." Even if it means he's tortuously slow and she's desperate for his hand to move lower. There's something to be said for drawing things out.