[ She glances up at his face, and-- the nerves are pretty plain to see, and it makes her flustered too, like. After all that last time you're gonna act all shy like this??? But she doesn't stop her motions. She's already in this far, so... she can't stop. She doesn't want to stop, either.

She ducks her head a little when his hands go through her hair, and she leans forward into his touch to make it easy for him to reach. Her hand, meanwhile, continues its smooth repetition, tightening her grip a little at the tip when she slides it back, dragging the pad of her thumb down along the central muscle.

She does manage a murmur, a little strained. ]

You're-- really cute. Aphelios.