[ Oh she's sick all right. Sick of Hattie giving her commands. At her remark, Ella turns sharply, leveling a glare at the older girl briefly. Contracted through kissing? How DARE she - just what kind of a girl was she trying to imply Ella was?

Erk, hand on her chin. Ella's attention shifts to Dorian, balking a bit, and she raises both hands to push him away. But. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you, those beautiful two last words. ]

I said stop it. [ No touchie! And shaking her head a little. This is why Hattie thinks she's always over here being kissy kissy~! ]

I'm sorry Dorian, but now isn't a good time for lessons, I think. Why don't you entertain Hattie for a while instead. I'm sure she'd love that.