[Vie grins and tilts her head a bit to give him better access.]
I could say whatever I please and you wouldn't know the difference.
[Her fingers trace along his shoulders and a hand moves to thread through his hair. Vie's next words earn that slightly lower, playful tone. One could almost say seductive.]
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I could say whatever I please and you wouldn't know the difference.
[Her fingers trace along his shoulders and a hand moves to thread through his hair. Vie's next words earn that slightly lower, playful tone. One could almost say seductive.]
Mar n'rak.
((trans: you dork.))