ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

She reaches out for the meat of his arm when he turns away, catching his eyes earnestly as the red slowly drains from her face. "Kinky," she comments offhand when he goes on, sensing he's not in the banter like usual and wanting to do something about it. Her hand slips down his arm until she reaches bare skin, gently and deliberately lacing their fingers together. "Thanks for dinner. It was... perfect." Just like everything he does, and here she is being paranoid -- any other girl would kill for romance like this, she reminds herself.