You're a wicked girl.

Drink it--every drop....

That's right." He took the empty glass from her, put it on the table, and then stood and looked at her meditatively, fastening her eyes with his own.

More than her eyes were fastened, however.

Her mind was also under control: but that was because she believed in him so.
"Yes, you're a wicked girl," he said decisively.
She shuddered and shrank back.