It was one of the many many good things about being with him. But also like him, she wasn't even a little bit concerned about water on the floor. At that teasing comment, she giggled, her teeth nibbling on a part of his neck, "Hnnn, you can be the Dragon Slayer," she teased back. "I'd rather be a-" She'd rather be a what? a what!?

Well she didn't get a chance to finish that statement, grunting a gasp at that feel of that squeeze, her hand tugging his hair sharply with a matching bite. What was she saying again? Was she saying something?