Milady had no intention of stopping him. She'd invited the kiss, and the promise in it. At his disposal and in his hands didn't mean she was some delicate flower, though, wilting when plucked and falling apart when crushed. She was spring steel, giving and bending when pushed the right ways, but strong enough to push back and return to herself, and she let Eric feel that as she gave into the kiss, and found herself quite breathless when the elevator and the kiss stopped.