[Again, the movement is compelled but not forced; it's an unusual sensation after the morning she's had, and one she's still halfway getting used to. Her morning had been spent being ordered into things she likely would've done anyway, but this time--no, this time it's a command wrapped in a request, and for something she wanted to do anyway. It's different, unusual. It's...almost pleasant, if she could ever dare to call it so.]
action;
I'd be glad to, as you wish.