"A weapon only exists for the target in front of it. When the target is gone, you’re either locked in an armory or scrapped for parts. But being Joyeuse... that means having nowhere I have to be, and everywhere to go."
If Joyeuse could blush, her face would be beet red at the moment. Her fingers twitched, like she wanted to pull the other back into position.
"Nono, you're fine. I-I just... Wasn't expecting you to sit on my lap..."
She could read the other’s discomfort in their body language. Sitting up straight, and shifting herself forward a bit. Ready to stand should the other want her to move.
“ Perhaps so, if you aren’t comfortable I could move. “
Is currently supremely uncomfortable because she's receiving attention from someone she's infatuated with...
"U-Um, you know, there are more comfortable places to sit..."