[It is a sight that Sypha would like to capture and freeze, to view again at her leisure. She loves him as he is, of course, and wouldn't change a hair on his head despite how bossy she might get at times, but it is nice to see him loosen up. Well, in some ways, anyway, with that tousled look that might otherwise have her giggling if he walked in to a room just like that.

It is the build up that keeps it away, acknowledgment of how her fingers had roamed through those long locks and received those joyful noises. Her own smile is soft and tender in turn, awareness of him blooming through her as she regards him. He could well pass for an angel, but for the fact that he is a dhampir.

There is a playful laugh though, as he might argue that she was looking out for her own interests, but she knows that his own interests would be suited as well. She leans back a little, butt resting firmer against his thighs as she hums in pretend contemplation. Yet still her hand idly strokes him, fingers dancing along the almost velvety soft skin in her grap.]

Mm. To think of all the things that you could have asked for instead...

[The flash of her eyes though says it is too late for him to press for more, to barter harder, as he has already revealed his hand and there is no taking it back now.]

Would you not like me to go naked under such a skirt?