GALEN/ILIYANA | 11:05PM
Iliyana shrugged a little, though the smile on her face gave away the evasive gesture. She knew Galen wasn't really upset, despite his rather impressive act to the contrary. It was all in good fun, and the playful banter between them was rather natural. A lot of things involving Iliyana were forced or intimidating, but she found herself relaxed around the half-demon. "You are being used for no such thing, though I see nothing wrong with people spoiling me," she mused with an easy smile. Being this close, she didn't miss Galen's hand snaking lower, and her body pressed closer to his as he moved across the small of her back.
"Perhaps. I've yet to find someone who can give me one, though. It's hard to find a person who can put me in my place." Her eyes twinkled with hidden meaning as she looked into Galen's, and the quirk to her lips definitely hinted at a challenge.