She's in a good enough mood she gets a bit of a cocky grin on her face.
"Some of us are both," she replies. And then realizes where she is and oh my the other is soft and warm in all the right ways. She shivers, in the moment, and it has nothing to do with the cold.
She can feel the prickling of the pheromones, in the corners of her mind. So far she's held them off, an odd sensation to push out a positive foreign influence. But for the first time, she's very tempted to see what the opposite is like.
She blushes at the nose-booping, realizing it might be a bit...well, silly, really. But it's as impossible in her universe as the Force would be in Delia's. But if her ship did come here...perhaps it works the other way, too. Food for thought.
"Sorry, I just..." she begins, looking away, red in the cheeks. Then she pauses.
Why exactly is she keeping away from this? Ok, sure, she's often been very sure that she's not the sort another would want, given the scars and...well, everything. But she'd have to be pretty stupid not to be detecting some clear signs of flirtation. So, at the very least...why not know for sure? Doubt is for chumps, not Jedi, right? She clears her throat.
"On...other topics," she begins, pursing her lips for a moment. "I can definitely feel the pheromones, though I can keep the effect at bay. But, conversationally speaking, if I were to...let the walls down, of my own free will, how...powerful a feeling could you...?"
She pauses again, shaking her head.
"I'm dancing around and I'm a through kind of girl, just...would you like to get...closer? Like, right now?"
Smooth, Mal, really pulled off that maneuver with grace and stuck the landing.
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"Some of us are both," she replies. And then realizes where she is and oh my the other is soft and warm in all the right ways. She shivers, in the moment, and it has nothing to do with the cold.
She can feel the prickling of the pheromones, in the corners of her mind. So far she's held them off, an odd sensation to push out a positive foreign influence. But for the first time, she's very tempted to see what the opposite is like.
She blushes at the nose-booping, realizing it might be a bit...well, silly, really. But it's as impossible in her universe as the Force would be in Delia's. But if her ship did come here...perhaps it works the other way, too. Food for thought.
"Sorry, I just..." she begins, looking away, red in the cheeks. Then she pauses.
Why exactly is she keeping away from this? Ok, sure, she's often been very sure that she's not the sort another would want, given the scars and...well, everything. But she'd have to be pretty stupid not to be detecting some clear signs of flirtation. So, at the very least...why not know for sure? Doubt is for chumps, not Jedi, right? She clears her throat.
"On...other topics," she begins, pursing her lips for a moment. "I can definitely feel the pheromones, though I can keep the effect at bay. But, conversationally speaking, if I were to...let the walls down, of my own free will, how...powerful a feeling could you...?"
She pauses again, shaking her head.
"I'm dancing around and I'm a through kind of girl, just...would you like to get...closer? Like, right now?"
Smooth, Mal, really pulled off that maneuver with grace and stuck the landing.