[ oh, that's much better. automatically begins to pet the hair at his nape, a compulsive gesture, it would seem--and she both notes and admires that faint faint blush. what will it take to deepen it? ]

You are too tall. Enjoy my breasts without discomfort, Herlock. [ there's colour all her own spreading across her sternum, though on her it's indigo, not pink ] They are, after all, exquisite. You may find yourself lingering here for some time.