[ she watches him from across the table to see if he'll actually check it out himself, but sadly, he doesn't. setting her cup down, lumine moves around the table, wrapping her arms around her neck as if seemingly hugging him—except she leans forward, her chin on his shoulder, as her hands snake down to his waist. ]

Hm, no scrap of fat, is it? [ her fingers start poking him on his sides, pinching and tugging the skin gently. ] Doesn't seem like it.

[ her hands trail up and around his waist and torso in search of wayward soft skin, poking and pinching. she was just joking when she mentioned that little comment, but she's getting amused now, especially when he seems half-asleep still and powerless to stop her. ]

Stop holding your breath, Ajax, [ she whispers right next to his ear. ] That's not playing fair.