[ A long, gusty sigh of longing follows the sip from her glass; swirling the remainder with the delicate, rhythmic clinking of ice. ] It's still a shame about the shared bathrooms... maybe I'm just spoiled.

[ Just as she's thinking up her next question, Lighter has to go and say that. Easy to talk to, hmm? ]

Well, well. We can't have that. [ That purr is just loaded with playful mischief. ] How about this... I dare you to press the big ol' button on your side.

[ Yeah, that one. The one with "LUST" stamped on it. Do it, ya chicken. ]