[ cruel, or just determined to get him out of her hair. there's that temptation to set her laptop aside and drag him out of her room so she can concentrate and continue with work. and that temptation only grows when he presses in once more, even closer than the last time. she takes it back, after all; he's not a clingy toddler, but a barnacle.

lumine rolls her eyes, sighing in exasperation. at this rate, she'll take longer to finish her work with him pestering her. ]

... If I kiss you right now, will you leave me be with my work afterward and go watch a movie in the living room?

[ she looks at him, an eyebrow cocked. look, she'll concede to that, sure, but he needs to also do what she's requesting. or at least that's what she says, tendrils of impulse slowly driving her down that road of no return once more. ]