" Well you're certainly not human. " He thinks aloud as his sharpened black nail taps his cheek. He reaches to grab her forearm, feeling the texture of her skin. " Your flesh feels incredibly soft yet stable. Interesting. But then again most humans are like this too... Hm... " He mutters as his thumbs circle the skin, alternating between meticulous care and burning roughness. " Maybe I need to get an inside look? " He teases, holding her arms in a determined grip.
Ryuuko almost doesn’t give the comment lofted her way any sort of acknowledgement, it sounded like an awful pickup line anyway, but then she’s being touched and it’s a whole different ballgame.
"The hell do you think you’re doin’?!” She considers yanking away but he has her forearms in a vice grip and she knows that won’t do much without her having to do some serious damage so instead she raises a high-top covered foot and levels a kick at her assaulter’s stomach. “I don’t remember givin’ you permission to touch me, creep!”