[ Grell bears down upon Madam Red. As she attempts to sit up, he pushes her back again, his hand on her chest. It's a menacing gesture; but it's more than that, too. Her fury is a little intoxicating - it is, after all, what drew him to her in the first place. Involuntarily, his tongue flicks at the corner of his mouth. ]
Hn~!
[ He giggles, suddenly, his demeanour flipping from murderous to amused. ]
That's where you're wrong, little angel.
[ His fingertips trail down from her breast to her abdomen. ]
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Hn~!
[ He giggles, suddenly, his demeanour flipping from murderous to amused. ]
That's where you're wrong, little angel.
[ His fingertips trail down from her breast to her abdomen. ]