[ She blinks when the tip of her nose is tapped, crimson eyes a bit wider than usual for a brief moment, not expecting the touch to be so feathery and light. The skin on the pads of her fingers is calloused, she could feel that much. But usually, when she pokes and prods people like this, they start getting a little less than gentle with her, whether out of fluster or out of actual anger.

Not that there's anything wrong with this turn of events. It's quaint, and she wants to see if she can push the woman farther, see more of that flush on her fair skin. ]

Hah. How juvenile.

[ And by that, she means boring. One finger twirls around a long strand of her hair while she retrieves the dice and rolls again, 12 and 3. Grind on chest?

She clicks her tongue, letting out a whimsical sigh and waving a hand at her like she's a servant. ]

You're better off laying on your back for this, [ Which she is saying with complete certainty, like she's expecting the other woman to go along on the ride with her. Like, she's not gonna be the one to refuse. Unabashedly, she gives a lingering look to her chest, sizing it up in her mind, wondering how she should go about it... ] Unless you want to make me do all the work, sprout.