Well, that's one way to kill the mood. [Miko's voice is low and she speaks mostly under her breath. She murmurs it with very little edge to her voice. After all, there really was no "mood" to begin with save for a little bit of teasing that never fully got off the ground. There's no more effective way to hammer that home than by making that kind of comparison.]

All right, you got me. I love to see people squirm, but I'm much better at listening than whoever you've been dealing with before me.

[She scoots off of the table, making sure to smooth her skirt down along her leg as soon as she does.] Just go ahead and we'll forfeit all the remaining turns and call it done.