[He doesn't mean to laugh--it's sexy, really, but a way more elaborate answer than Cater was expecting. Eyes shining, he laughs merrily, reaching up with one hand in an impulse to run his fingers through Lilia's hair.]
That's one refined palette of yours. If you wanted more, I wouldn't say no, you know.
[His own smile, delighted just a moment ago, starts to get its own brand of mischief to it.]
You don't have to, you know, if we switch our positions.
[Because then Cater could pull everything off of him.]
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[He doesn't mean to laugh--it's sexy, really, but a way more elaborate answer than Cater was expecting. Eyes shining, he laughs merrily, reaching up with one hand in an impulse to run his fingers through Lilia's hair.]
That's one refined palette of yours. If you wanted more, I wouldn't say no, you know.
[His own smile, delighted just a moment ago, starts to get its own brand of mischief to it.]
You don't have to, you know, if we switch our positions.
[Because then Cater could pull everything off of him.]
But I will miss seeing you on top of me.