Delicately she glides her fingertips upward, following with little flicks of her tongue, and bites at a rib. “I suppose I’ll have to torment you until I find out, then.”
The young knight gasps. “F- geez Summer,” he curses, a string of swear words forming under his breath, “that hurt.”
“Rwy’n flin, I didn’t mean to.” Contritely, she kisses the bite. “Not to torment, then?”