*drapes her arms over your shoulders, playing the bristles along the line of your shoulder, across your back* *presses her body to yours with perhaps surprising boldness, sighing aloud* If you are my mirror, Tyelco, I do fear for the state of my soul.
*kisses you more deeply, raising herself slightly on her knees* *whispers* But I can think of nowhere else my eyes would rather be. Perhaps I ought to fear, indeed. *toys with the fine hair at the nape of your neck and meets your eyes* Could you stand to watch me dress again? I am even more particular about my wardrobe.