She is a Greek goddess. She should be able to explain in great detail what she wants her lovers to do, and then radiate such overwhelming presence that they run to do her bidding. Except this is Eirene - the quiet one. The (usually) obedient one.

The one's whose heartbeat just went into overdrive, punctuated by whimpers when his mouth gets to her collarbone, and a sharp inhale just when his fingers ghost along her hip.

That said, her hips twist up to deliberately slide against his groin and the 'affected' portion.