[ Grell's certainly pouty, once he's shaking his head at her - and upon being stilled, sighs a needy sort of noise. ]
How could I ever resist such honeyed words. [ Tilting her head, she nuzzles along his ear, instead, voice nearly hushed against his ear. ] Tell me, what is it that you'd have me say?
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How could I ever resist such honeyed words. [ Tilting her head, she nuzzles along his ear, instead, voice nearly hushed against his ear. ] Tell me, what is it that you'd have me say?