[As Hilda's hand passes her face, she might be able to feel the quickening of Rahu's breath against her wrist. Her mind is crossed by the quick-fleeting urge to grab that one, too, so that she can pin them both at once. It's followed by the subsequent urge to pin her against the side of a food stall, where they might be free to forget about everything else. How easy it would be to hold her there with her legs around her waist... Rahu bites her own lip quickly.]

It's almost all I can think about, [she admits, her voice thick like it's tied down by the hot sauce from the grill.] What a distraction. Still, I'm used to worse thoughts. [Used to losing control to anger, she isn't sure how she feels about that same control slipping through her fingers to the desire to feel skin against skin, to pin for something other than violence. Once more she leans forward, bringing her lips close to the shell of Hilda's ear as she inhales then exhales against her temple.]

If you'd like to take this somewhere, I'll accompany you. But if we get any closer, I don't think I can come back from that. [It's slightly threatening, but only as a warning. How hard it is to think of herself as desirable rather than dangerous. It's been a while since she was more than weapon, a shield.]