[ Oh. It's sweet - not cloying and sugary but something rich and deep and complex. Fruit left to ferment until it becomes sour-sweet and full, inviting you to drink it dry until you're entirely quenched. The desire of someone who needs to be touched more than they want it, but who can't stand the thought of anyone laying a hand on them. That tart undertone, the tang that catches in the back of her throat - that's disgust. But it isn't pointed at her.

Maybe that's what her feelings would taste like right now, too. ]

Aah... I was just teasing you, but you really do taste so sweet. [ Another kiss - still just to the corner of his mouth. ] You really don't want me to stop. ... so I won't.

[ It seems for a moment she might press in properly, close the gap between their mouths... but then she draws back, a warm and - unbelievably - bashful little smile on her face. ]

Will you meet me at my room in a little while? I can't give you want you want right here, but...

[ And this way, he has a chance to run. If he really can't bring himself to have his fill. ]