But To Please His Fantasy

"'What do you here alone?" Iago slowed his steps. He placed his hands on his hips and tilted his head, showing neither sign of mirth nor merriment. Emilia exhaled, conjured up her most devilishly tempting smile, and slowly strided up to her husband, eliminating the space between them that he had left unfilled. "Do not you chide," she said in a low voice. "I have a thing for you."