[His thumb roaming illicits a small but sharp intake of breath; Yenh's legs are already parted enough from simply squatting down to his level that she merely waits for his hand to find its way.]
[Yenh takes another glance around. They're being subtle enough right now that she's less worried about anyone happening past, but- oh, he's talking. His words make her feel a surge of something rather odd, like an uncomfortable swelling.]
I must confess... I'm typically praised for- ah, other qualities.
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[Yenh takes another glance around. They're being subtle enough right now that she's less worried about anyone happening past, but- oh, he's talking. His words make her feel a surge of something rather odd, like an uncomfortable swelling.]
I must confess... I'm typically praised for- ah, other qualities.