"Now about what you said earlier, were you just messing with me because I got you sticky, or were you hinting at something that might require a much longer conversation between us?"
"I was not messing with you when I said I do not like being sticky. The massage oil is fine but please don't drop syrup on me. As far as my response to you saying that you like milk with your pancakes, I was being completely serious."
Zeph found a whole new source of migraines and lustful thoughts all neatly bundled together in one little package that Allison might as well have fired at him out of a kinetic weapon if they existed on Vlaras other than in ancient history museums. It was so sudden and he was not entirely sure what her intentions were.