Despite how obvious it should have been, really, Lilja finds herself a little surprised by how pleasant the attention is. It's not that she's had any complaints with any partners up til now, but neither were they the specific kind of curious Rhea'li happens to be. There's a certain sense of relief too, at the pressure of hand against leg, seemingly drawing out more sensitivity with each touch.

His observation isn't wrong either - enthusiasm certainly covers for a lot of flaws people think they have. She rarely thinks those flaws exist, mind, but even so.

Fingers withdraw from her joint and there's a soft exhaled sigh as one hand squeezes the pliant material and teeth press carefully against softer skin. One hand reaches to brace against the boxes behind her, leg lifting to press a long heel into another. It's one of the many conveniences of both her height and her typical dress, honestly, and as his mouth draws ever closer to the vee of her hips, her fingers tease through hair and brush the base of an ear. Every little bite gets a markedly sweet reaction, one fang pressing into her lower lip.

It's almost too bad, she thinks, that she's not as easy to mark anymore. Vampirism has its ups and downs.