[She starts a little, at the contact, but she's grinning in near laughter as he ends up distracting himself instead.]
[There's no vocal answer; she leans in, picking up where she left off before and moving along until she meets his lips. Which, you know, she'll just linger at for a while, unconsciously shifting her whole self a little closer, before she finally pulls back for a moment. With half a questioning smirk on her face, as if asking if she picked right.]
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[There's no vocal answer; she leans in, picking up where she left off before and moving along until she meets his lips. Which, you know, she'll just linger at for a while, unconsciously shifting her whole self a little closer, before she finally pulls back for a moment. With half a questioning smirk on her face, as if asking if she picked right.]