Lilo blinked, listening to what he was saying. "I'm - " She chuckled and shook her head. "I just wear what I want. And I like makeup because I like painting. It's more canvas. It's playing with color and matte versus glossy." Her voice trailed off as his fingers entered her hair, and she reached back to take it down. "I like the shooting range too. I've got a bunch of my own guns, actually. Well, I did. I guess they're not here." She almost looked forlorn before he started kissing and nipping her earlobe. "Unf," she murmured, a tiny gasping noise catching in her throat.
She leaned back when he leaned back, nodding. "I think that's why I don't like flirting - you know, how most people think of it. It's all lying and bullshit. I'd rather tell people exactly what I want, I'd rather just cut around that." She smiled dreamily. "I mean, have you seen Mom and Daddy? They're adorable. My birth parents too - my father used to sing nonsense songs to my mother for no reason other than he wanted to. I remember us dancing together while father sang." She smiled dreamily, then blinked at what Teja had said. "What's the tune? If I'm dancing, I want to know what I'm dancing to."