Is she getting off? Is she? Marta definitely isn't planning on it today, in this exact moment; nor does she plan to by her own hands or his (anyone else? out of the realms of possibility) until Ransom decides that he's fine with getting off.

At which point she'll become very insistent on the specific wheres and hows of it all, of course.

Until then: head tilted, brow gently furrowed on that earnest face he loves to hate, or at least did for a while. Nowadays, Marta is fairly certain it's managed to get even more complicated than that. "Tell me what words you think I should use?" They've both been still for a while, she realizes, and moves her hand very deliberately upward and then down again. "I have you to myself. What I want... is your happiness."

Something he is distinctly denying himself, isn't he?