There was a certain flicker of something in that dark gaze when his hand latched onto her wrist. Her pulse instantly sped up, whether it was out of fear, or excitement was up for debate. Her lips remained in that smirk, however, while her mind began to race with ways for him to let go. If there was one thing she could not stand, it was being touched. Well, let's rephrase that, being touched when she didn't want to be touched. "I don't play Exploding Snap, have you forgotten all ready?"
Hand immediately pulled back the moment he released, subconsciously running her fingers over the spot where his thumb ran over her wrist before glancing curiously at the box as he pulled out the tarp. "You're kidding me, right?" Snatching up the box, she looked over it's old beat up container, barely visible "TWISTER" read across the top. "We're playing a muggle game?" A finely sculpted brow arched at Rabastan. She could only imagine what the Dark Lord would do if he saw them right now.
"How do you play?" Lifting up the spinner, she flicked the arrow once before looking over the mat. "Does it have to be on my bed?"