Are you really going to make me get up. [ she falls, neck craning to keep up with the pull of the chain but, still, her lips slip slowly down her cleavage.
an angry grunt as Lenalee works her hips and fingers and is drawn, albeit by her own curiosity, off to go and get Rayfell's ridiculous box of supposed wonders (this earns Rayfell's shoulder a particularly hard bite as same pulls off her lap)
maybe- she notices as she walks, her hips are swinging more than they would. glancing over her shoulder to make sure- check, really, check if Rayfell is looking. she picks up her box and skips back, sitting across her lap with it in her hands ]