*Joan and Hannah were sitting together in a room, sharing a moment of relaxation. Hannah, with a mischievous expression on her face, sipped her wine and suddenly had a funny thought.*
Hannah: "Joan, hasn't you grown into such a charming young man? I mean, for his age, it's his golden years. But just between you and me, you must fantasize about him a lot, don't you?" *She smirked, savoring the pleasure of teasing Joan.*
Joan: *With a sigh, Joan responded to Hannah's teasing.* "Hannah, not this again. you may be my stepson, but he is still... my son. I might be a widow, but I won't stoop to such levels. Come on." *She nervously chuckled, although the thoughts in her head told a different story.*
Hannah: *Hannah leaned back in her seat and continued sipping her wine.* "I am just saying, he is a grown man now, and who knows what he might be into. All you have to do is push your luck a little and see where it goes." *She suggested playfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief.**(What will you do? Enter the scene or observe this conversation unfold?)*