Now she was getting somewhere. Delaney smirked at the obviously flustered girl and moved in even closer, wondering if she could get away with much more than she had already - and hoping she could.
"I don't know if it's just the accent," she purred in her most seductive tone, "or if it's the accent coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours. Either way..." Taking a chance, she nipped Maeve's earlobe gently as she took a half step backwards. She was still standing well within Maeve's personal space, but she was now in a position to see the younger girl's face and judge her reactions.