"I don't know... Lance seems to have things under control so that's nice, I guess."
Trita shrugs with a little sigh, replaying Dolan's soft touch against her neck over in her head, trying to savor it and commit it to memory. It's not that they don't ever act gentle and loving towards each other, it's more that their normal is to be a little rough, untamed, actions meant to leave marks like medals and trophies. When you and your partner prefer the more wild side of love, sweet moments of affection become little treasures.
Dolan by nature isn't a very open and gentle man to begin with so these touches aren't so freely given out to just anyone. The fact that he reserves them for her, that he uses it as his serious mode of nonverbal communication with her just makes them all the more special. Makes her feel all the more special, not that she'd ever actually say that to him. Not that she thinks he'd use it against her, but she doesn't want to be known as someone pining after his attention and affection all day. There's one thing Trita Airin isn't and that's needy.
So even though she leans into the glance of his hand for a split moment, she follows along with his topic change, letting him swipe her coffee. She did offer it, after all.
"I just... This isn't the first time someone has called me out on being a fake and it won't be the last, but it is the first time someone's gone through such a drastic measure to prove I'm not what I claim to be. It's weird, don't you think?"
Holding out her hand, she waits for him to be done taking a sip and to hand the mug back to her. She takes a sip herself, relishing the warmth that floods through her as she holds the warm drink. He's getting to work gently but effectively wrapping her ear, but she can tell he's waiting for her to continue.
"The timing, I mean. The budget, then Luna's silks, and now this attack? It's all sort of... I don't know, just too coincidentally lining up. But that's not really what you were asking, was it?"
A smile pulls at her lips, a little smug as is her resting expression when it comes to him, but mostly soft, knowing, eyes glancing up at him to reassure him that he doesn't need to say it. After all these years, she can still read him and she wants that to be as comforting as possible for him.
"I am a little concerned, I won't lie to you. What if this is just some open invitation for people now? They start lining up to tug on my ears or tail, start mocking me more and more for being a fraud, a little playboy bunny showgirl with a halfway decent makeup artist and good quality props. It's crossed my mind. I'm assuming it's crossing yours right now and has been since last night?"
Trita shrugs with a little sigh, replaying Dolan's soft touch against her neck over in her head, trying to savor it and commit it to memory. It's not that they don't ever act gentle and loving towards each other, it's more that their normal is to be a little rough, untamed, actions meant to leave marks like medals and trophies. When you and your partner prefer the more wild side of love, sweet moments of affection become little treasures.
Dolan by nature isn't a very open and gentle man to begin with so these touches aren't so freely given out to just anyone. The fact that he reserves them for her, that he uses it as his serious mode of nonverbal communication with her just makes them all the more special. Makes her feel all the more special, not that she'd ever actually say that to him. Not that she thinks he'd use it against her, but she doesn't want to be known as someone pining after his attention and affection all day. There's one thing Trita Airin isn't and that's needy.
So even though she leans into the glance of his hand for a split moment, she follows along with his topic change, letting him swipe her coffee. She did offer it, after all.
"I just... This isn't the first time someone has called me out on being a fake and it won't be the last, but it is the first time someone's gone through such a drastic measure to prove I'm not what I claim to be. It's weird, don't you think?"
Holding out her hand, she waits for him to be done taking a sip and to hand the mug back to her. She takes a sip herself, relishing the warmth that floods through her as she holds the warm drink. He's getting to work gently but effectively wrapping her ear, but she can tell he's waiting for her to continue.
"The timing, I mean. The budget, then Luna's silks, and now this attack? It's all sort of... I don't know, just too coincidentally lining up. But that's not really what you were asking, was it?"
A smile pulls at her lips, a little smug as is her resting expression when it comes to him, but mostly soft, knowing, eyes glancing up at him to reassure him that he doesn't need to say it. After all these years, she can still read him and she wants that to be as comforting as possible for him.
"I am a little concerned, I won't lie to you. What if this is just some open invitation for people now? They start lining up to tug on my ears or tail, start mocking me more and more for being a fraud, a little playboy bunny showgirl with a halfway decent makeup artist and good quality props. It's crossed my mind. I'm assuming it's crossing yours right now and has been since last night?"