Karen listened to Harley's telling of her other toys. She talked about them as if they were fond lovers. Maybe in a way they were. Karen hadn't ever really had anything like that. Or maybe she had. She had a lot of furs back home that she loved to slip into without any other clothes on.
But somehow that seemed a lot less interesting than Harley's weapons. Though she supposed that if they were to roll naked over the weapons they might get a little more hurt. Or a lot more hurt. Karen could heal that damage, but she didn't think Harley could. And she didn't think that she wouldn't feel the pain herself. She'd just live through it.
"That is big." Her voice was just as breathless. Just as filled with wanting. Karen didn't even care anymore. She just wanted to spend time with Harley. Touch her. Get to know her. And oddly, drink from her. She'd have to ask Lestat about that.
"So what, um, what were you doing back there anyway? Looked like you were putting something together." She didn't really know what else to talk about, she just knew that she wanted to keep talking. Keep Harley's attention in any way possible.