[ Saya smiles indulgently and allows Sylvain to take her hand and plant his kiss. As soon as it's done, she turns her hand to grasp his chin between her fingers, her grip loose but commanding. She'll take the initiative around here. ]
I suppose I can't argue with that. Do take care not to burn your tongue, I have plans for it eventually.
[ Her free hand rustles its way through her husband's hair, scritching slowly at the base of his horn. But then she releases both of them and steps backwards to give him room. Making tea with her attached would be a challenge. ]
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I suppose I can't argue with that. Do take care not to burn your tongue, I have plans for it eventually.
[ Her free hand rustles its way through her husband's hair, scritching slowly at the base of his horn. But then she releases both of them and steps backwards to give him room. Making tea with her attached would be a challenge. ]