(o) never found an easy way out

Hotaru

"Then you're quite blind to your own traits," she teases back as her hands pluck the flask from his offered palm, enjoying the warm burn of rum across her tongue and down her throat before she hands it back to him. Not good to be too greedy of course, or at least not just yet.

Despite the exhaustion in the lines of his face he is still quite a handsome man, and she hums contemplatively at his words even as her lips betray her by twitching into a smile at the edges. "I think I could be swayed. Though I'd love to see how much worse we can make them with another night of no sleep, I'm sure we could get creative." Heterochromatic eyes flash as she smirks, throwing out the phrase with a boldness that either hits or misses. Go big or go home.

Stepping back towards the water she grins at him, deftly undoing her shorts and linen top and revealing the bikini she'd made beneath, tossing the garments away and gesturing towards the water. "An offer on a timeline. What do you say?" He's safe in her hands if he wants to learn to swim, but she's not going to be sappy and say it outright. She has an image to uphold.

You can touch me with slow hands
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat