[ When her nails scrape against the sensitive inner part of her thigh, she sucks in a breath between her teeth, half-way to another laugh. Coquelic isn't so pushy and bossy that she can't enjoy a little build up. Briefly, she wonders if she should look for the dice again, though she gets distracted by the next thing that falls from her companion's lips. ]

So this is all about you not losing to me, then... and back to the shy thing.

[ Her gaze turns piercing, analytical, like she's going shrive clean all the overgrowth to get to the true heart of the matter — if that's really what the other woman feels in her heart. Leaning more on her knees, she lifts some of her body weight off the apex of her thigh, pressing their torsos closer together instead, chest to chest, her hands moving accordingly. All so she can look down at where her nails are still dug into her soft skin without getting sidetracked by having her own fun, rocking ambiently into her leg. They were her words, not Coquelic's: if this is about the game, then, she'll force her to put her money where her mouth is. ]

I didn't even see what you rolled, [ She huffs, an obvious taunt on her lips: ] Was that all you needed? Want me to go again, pup?

[ The implication being that she could stop this charade right now if all she cares about is the next roll. There's an undeniable challenge to the lilt of her voice, like she's daring her to tell her to get off and just get on with the next roll. Even if she does do it... Coquelic thinks it'll be fun to put her under her thumb, to force her to utter the worlds aloud. If she's feeling any sort of way about others' gazes lingering on her, she doesn't show it — if anything, she seems completely unfazed by it, as though this is the sort of thing that's done with an audience. ]