[ She puts on a pout, cheeks puffed to complete the image, entirely for show. ]

Aw, come on. I'm not that scary, am I? Especially not to a guy like you. I mean, you're the one who came here in the first place. You can't be that scared of me. And besides...

[ She presses a little more of her weight into him, grinding down against him in a way that's impossible to misinterpret. A satisfied little breath catches in her throat and the smile on her face... maybe it's cliche to call it devilish, but... ]

You sure don't taste terrified to me right now.