[ That earns a small, wry smile. She tilts her head at him in consideration, her dark eyes at a leisurely half-mast. ]
Flatterer. [ Her foot lifts to brace against the front of his shoulder, pushing him back a little in a way that's somewhere between mean and playful. It makes room for her to stand though, stripping the rest of the way as she does — leaving her nothing but long hair and blood-smeared skin. ] You say such sweet things when you're horny.
[ Mildly then, with a meaningful downward glance: ]
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Flatterer. [ Her foot lifts to brace against the front of his shoulder, pushing him back a little in a way that's somewhere between mean and playful. It makes room for her to stand though, stripping the rest of the way as she does — leaving her nothing but long hair and blood-smeared skin. ] You say such sweet things when you're horny.
[ Mildly then, with a meaningful downward glance: ]
So. Should we do something with that?