color her amused as hell, braids flicked over her shoulder as one leg crosses the other && she seems to be debating between chiding him, && taking the offer. gloved hands press to the arms of the chair, in a smooth movement she’s on her feet && moving over to him. ❝ you think you’re real cute, don’t you ? ❞ && he is. really, he is. a hand reaches out to bump the knuckle of her index finger under his chin, he’s always watching her. it’s lovely. his gaze never leaves her when she’s in the room && if that doesn’t make her heart feel all warm && fuzzy. without another word, she’s quick to hook a leg over his && slip into his lap as suggested. arm slipping around his shoulders as she adjusts && perches correctly upon him so that she can gaze down at him. ❝ hm. gotta agree now, pretty good lap. ❞