[She's biting her lip a little, then realizes it and stops. The blue flames tickle in a familiar way over her skin but there's little familiar-- no-- it's very familiar but--different. Edged. A chill goes down at her back at his words that has nothing to do with the air. Yet, she returns the kiss as softly as he does. Giving no more.]
I'll hold you to that then.
[and she scrapes her nails lightly against the back of his ear and whistles]
[Action]
I'll hold you to that then.
[and she scrapes her nails lightly against the back of his ear and whistles]
Catch me if you can