[ he'd had a feeling this would probably happen, despite his "best" efforts (they weren't that good, actually.) He can never resist her anymore. Every second he spends with her only endears her to him more; he just wants to be closer to her; he wants to crush her to his chest and never let her go. It's like an infatuation - but he's deadly serious, he knows he is. He loves her. He wants her. And if her wish is touch him, it's his duty to indulge her. ]

Cardia.

[ he sighs her name quietly, lovingly, a small reflection of that sincerity. A little amusement, too, at her going along with his game. Lupin's arms tighten around her for a brief moment, transmitting some tender emotion at odds with his teasing. Then, he continues, low and wry. ]

Let's see. You dream about holding me like this, I wager. You and me, with nothing between us... But... [ his wet palms lazily trace the contours of her back, dipping below the water again as he loosens his embrace and stopping once more on her hips; this time, he gives them a playful squeeze. They're face to face again now, and he has the gall to look her in the eyes, fearless, tempting. ] Ma belle princesse. Sit up a little bit.

[ Listen to Lupin?
>Yes
>No ]