A chuckle, just before a hand moves to pull down Pavitr's jaw and a finger rests on her tongue once more— though only briefly. " Was I supposed'ta feel threatened? Was that the goal 'ere? "
" Ya totally are. Don't deny it, man. " A hand reaches out to ruffle hair, teasing smirk on face. " Get used to it, then, ay? 'Cause it *will be happenin' again! "