She was about to say something about how plenty of people made fantastic pieces of art out of lopsided geometric shapes when he moved just a bit closer, just enough to have her lose all her concentration on what she was going to say. Lyra opened her mouth then snapped it shut. Her bottom lip was getting quite the bad treatment as she kept chewing on it as he spoke.
"You're a fire sign," she managed, voice kept low. A hand lifted to settle on his hip. "I'm a Cancer. Water sign. Look at that, we're not even compatible."
Lyra bent a knee, spread her thighs enough that should he come to hover over her completely she'd have that knee pressed against his hip, her hand gliding up to his shoulder.
"But I suppose opposites do attract, it certainly doesn't stop me from..." she grinned now and turned her face away as a bright pink crept across her cheeks.