[ Oh. That's how she's playing this. It's clear as day that she can taste the bitter, rusty edge of his frustrated jealousy - hell, even if she wasn't a succubus, it's not like he's being subtle right now - but even with the mischief dancing in her eyes, she just beams up at him with her most infuriatingly clueless smile. ]
If you wanted breakfast that bad, I would've saved you some! [ breakfast. sure. ] Or maybe...
[ And that's when her smile takes a turn for devilish. ]
Were you maybe worried about me getting a taste of something else?
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[ Oh. That's how she's playing this. It's clear as day that she can taste the bitter, rusty edge of his frustrated jealousy - hell, even if she wasn't a succubus, it's not like he's being subtle right now - but even with the mischief dancing in her eyes, she just beams up at him with her most infuriatingly clueless smile. ]
If you wanted breakfast that bad, I would've saved you some! [ breakfast. sure. ] Or maybe...
[ And that's when her smile takes a turn for devilish. ]
Were you maybe worried about me getting a taste of something else?