Nah. Listen, think about it.

[ smooths her hand, palm-flat, down the curve of her chest and light over her stomach, watching her expression in the mirror.

And she's right; Req's reflection isn't there at all. For all anyone would know, she's lying there alone. ]

Seeing how you look-- watching yourself squirm...

[ and looks back down at her, her right eye hovering between dark blue and bright orange and her voice low. ]

... the way you react when you see how desperate you get'll be more than enough for me.