Doing what he wanted was hardly ever on Carmilla's agenda unless what he wanted was exactly what she wanted him to do. It was just how the girl was wired. She wasn't aware of the Vodka-tainted frosting on the cupcakes, not until she'd picked one up and sat her bottom on the edge of the couch to taste it. "Bleh." She said silently, not really enjoying the added flavor, BUT it was cupcake so she continued to eat the frosting anyway, sliding backwards onto the couch so that her back lay against the side of Dom's body.
"What are you playing?"
She didn't really care what he was playing. It was just idle chatter to take up the time it would take her to remove the frosting from the cupcake. Had she ever really finished a cupcake in his presence? No seriously, had she? This was a lot different then his room. Anyone could walk in, but it didn't really seem to stop her train of thought.
She hadn't paid him a `visit` in a while. In fact, she hadn't seen him in a while, period. Taking a glance at the closed door, she purposely dotted a bit of frosting on his nose just to annoy him. He was cute when he was annoyed. The way his brows furrowed all `i hate you`, like.