[ she watches his attempts to see what her tentacles are doing with marked interest. it's cute, that he thinks he'll be able to wrestle himself into a position to do much of anything. oh, how the turns have tabled~ she should mock him about control or something. but, nah, her smile say more than words ever could, because she's just going to grin at him while he glares at her. ] Good. I think that'd be boring besides. We wouldn't get to have any real fun if you came during the pre-game. [ chuckles. ]

... [ oh. that's adorable. look at him do his best to keep from having a reaction. she sends her tentacles down his pants instead, because it's not like his wings are his only supposed weakness. she'll even sit up a bit to make it easier for them. ] Fine. Not more playing with your wings. [ she shrugs, the tentacles working on getting past all of that troublesome fabric, so one of them can coil around him and start stroking him lazily. not the easiest thing to do with his pants still on, but they're pretty stupid sometimes, so she'll have to help get them out of the way. ]