[There's a finesse to how she moves beneath his touch, muscles flexing, skin pulling and shifting. Not a twitch of anxiety as she accepts whatever he wishes to give her. And she wouldn't have asked for more, knowing what she knows, but when he hits the heart of the matter quite succinctly she doesn't contain the impulse of soft laughter.]
Are you ashamed to be seen with me, Tyki Mikk? [The bow of her smile is off-center, showing that more than amusement, but that as well, compels her question. She well knows what pushes him forward, but what is it that stops him? Makes him hesitate? Makes him question? That is what she seeks.]