[ It's a relief when he finally lets go of her wings, at least her pride will remain in tact for now, but she still finds herself far more frustrated when she would like to admit. And her pride once again stops her from giving into that frustration as well.

At least she's given some sort of distraction as he forces her eyes onto him, and there her eyes stay - not even wavering as she quirks a brow. ]

Oh, so you really want to see me cry that badly, babe? Maybe I could put on a good performance for you.

[ Not that she thinks she could, she's not exactly the performing type, but she supposes it's the thought that counts. Or something like that.

And her eyes stay on him even as he steps back - she can certainly appreciate the view, after all - and she shifts herself up onto her elbows. There's no shame in how she's completely bared in front of him like this, and there's a low, amused hum at his words. ]

Depends on what you mean by "sinking lower". [ And she punctuates her words by daintily trailing a foot up his leg and inching higher... Before pulling away, primly crossing one leg over the other as she leans back. ]

Buuuuut I certainly don't mind baring a little more.