[Lacus slides her fingers from his sleeve, the barest brush over his hand as hers retracts. The withdrawal is momentary; she slides onto the counter with easy finesse, her body posed in a manner that highlights her soft curves. Long pink hair slips over her smooth shoulder to graze his arm, so casual that if it were anyone but Lacus it would surely be unintentional.]
[Her eyes glint as she takes him in, gaze lingering to coil him yet tighter, like an instrument tuned too far to play true.] Indulge me. [Just those few words, an intimate whisper with an undertow that seems to reach for him.]