"I said before I find your reactions amusing. But now I find it almost endearing, dare I say."
She sighs against his skin, before lifting her head to look at him.
"I am no longer acting and wasn't to begin with. If I wanted your blood too, I'd have it by now."
"Shut your mouth, Doctor."
She glares daggers at him, now letting up on her onslaught of affection. His actions were opposing of his words and she well knew . . . And yet, she shamelessly buried her face in the crook of his neck.
A roll of those golden eyes in mild annoyance. In turn, she'd pull him back into another kiss, but briefly this time . . . Almost as if she were trying to catch him off guard.
"Mmm, say what you will . . . You're mine, so you get subject to all kinds of affection now."
"What a shame . . ."
And with that, she now leans closely, pressing her lips against his own. A gentle contrast to how typically straight-forward she was.
Her expression became sullen, hand gently taking hold of his chin. Forehead gently pressed against his own . . .
"Can't say I have experienced much of it myself . . . Wish me to show you what little I do know ?"