[ There’s a slump to her shoulders, as her lips pull into a wry grin. ]

You love me, don’t you? And you have for some time. You might have been the only one who couldn’t see it.

[ Grelle’s fingers play along the strands at the nape of his neck - then petting over the back of his hair. ]

I can’t blame you for wanting me, anyway; I might’ve been hot before, but now— [ Wink!! ]