Alright. [She shifts to look back at him. They cannot go far or have as much freedom as she might have liked otherwise, but she picks up her skirts with one hand and then moves to slip into his lap, already starting to lead this where it might go. Her knees are on each side of him as she sits down. Her free hand goes to his shoulder before she's looking at him squarely, something of a mischievous look on her face despite how tiny and lithe she is against him.]
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This could be fun.