[ Teasing, even he's so heavily affected... she's fond of those moments, where Zara has yet to lose the edge of his wit, but has also made it abundantly clear that he won't be abandoning his desires so easily. Which, of course, she wouldn't dream of discouraging him from.

She may still look composed outwardly, but her pulse beneath his lips ought to have been a telling sign, racing the more he lingered against her neck. Even her breathing has taken a turn for the unsteady, soft and quiet, but wavering as she turns her focus to his question. ]

They certainly hurt when they're pulled, but I couldn't tell you otherwise. No one's ever paid them too much attention before.

[ the answer is yes, somewhat.

But of course, she's not going to stay idle, and the hand on his hip inches lower, down one thigh, towards the softer skin on the inner part. ]