Re: Near the Entrance
Lia arched her brow, her smile turning less cautious and more impish as she looked up at Samuel - though the difference in their heights was dramatically reduced by the heels she wore. The sense memories of the dream lingered - the feel of her body pressed to his, of being in his arms, the inimitable sense of his strength enveloping her.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Her little grin grew. "Actually, I happen to be very good at getting into and getting out of my clothes. It's a useful life skill." His geniality was a little strange, to her mind, given their last encounter - though something in her was grateful for it. She wasn't entirely prepared to let it lie, though - that seemed like asking for trouble. And so she said, "So then." She paused, taking a breath. "Does this mean you think I've done more in my life than get ahead by getting on my back, or do you just not care if there's a chance you'll get a piece?"