[ She nods just a little, because there you go, that's the right response. Perhaps easier than she'd been expecting. ] Good. [ She presses her lips to the corner of his mouth for a moment before ducking down to return to his neck, one hand wandering down his chest again, searching for reactions, for ways to make him want to talk. She knows how to press him, wants to see what he'll do when she's given him an order that goes against his normal actions. ]
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