The air warms considerably as Frey's fingers continue to work into the smooth furs upon which they lay. "Aww, what a sweet thing to say. Sweeter still to hear it from such a dangerous woman." Tipping her a wink, they extend a hand towards her to encourage her closer.
'Oh you are, are you?' They purr. "So if it comes down to fighting off the ascended or saving a gaggle of ningos, you'd choose the birds? Is that what I'm hearing?"
'Oh you are, are you?' They purr. "So if it comes down to fighting off the ascended or saving a gaggle of ningos, you'd choose the birds? Is that what I'm hearing?"
