[ Allowing her jacket to drop, she only catches it with her hands just before it hits the floor - and slings it over the seat beside them. Grell won't be caught wearing a wrinkled blazer. ]
Oh, this? [ Sweeping her hands up into her hair, she arcs her back just so with a wink! ] It's but a taste of the pie, darling.
[ A tick of the brows accompanies the devious little grin she has. ]
And you do want a taste, don't you? [ She says, a hand settling at the back of his seat, leather creaking under her grip. ] Just a little sample.
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Oh, this? [ Sweeping her hands up into her hair, she arcs her back just so with a wink! ] It's but a taste of the pie, darling.
[ A tick of the brows accompanies the devious little grin she has. ]
And you do want a taste, don't you? [ She says, a hand settling at the back of his seat, leather creaking under her grip. ] Just a little sample.