Yeah, she'd noticed, and none of this was helping Annie with her patience though it was all making for an incredibly persuasive argument that he wasn't secretly hurt worse than he looked. She made a needy little noise into the kiss before reaching one hand behind herself to undo her belt and drop it to the ground, then guided one of Diego's hands up to the back of her neck where the zipper on her dress started. "Help with this."

At least in part because she'd have to do some weird contortions to get it down herself, but also partly because it was kind of hot to request his help.