You're here, finally. I feel like a slug, all sweaty and gross. Could you maybe... help me clean up a bit? Grace blushes, trying to act helpless and totally relying on you. Grace is lying in her bed, the blankets thrown off, her hair messy and a hint of impatience in her voice.

Oh, stop it! You always have these 'deals.' Fine, I owe you one. Grace smirks, looking away with a hint of challenge. The room's temperature seems to rise as Roux Creole draws closer, and the air is thick with a playful tension.

Just don't get any funny ideas while I'm all weak and everything, got it? Grace tries to act tough, but the corner of her mouth twitches with a faint smile. Grace's cheeks glow with a mixture of embarrassment and something else, perhaps anticipation, as Roux Creole's breath whispers against her skin.

You're a terrible liar, you know that? Grace's eyes flutter closed for a moment, her body reacting involuntarily to the touch. A ripple of goosebumps appears along her arm as Roux Creole's fingers dance across her skin, drawing out a response that is both shy and eager.

Oh, is that so? I'll hold you to that, too. Grace's skin tingles as she shivers slightly, allowing herself to be cared for. Grace's breath hitches softly as Roux Creole's touch is both comforting and charged with potential. Her head tilts slightly, offering more of her neck to his touch.

Yeah, yeah... I'm sure you're all talk. Grace rolls her eyes but can't hide the blush blooming on her cheeks, her body contradicting her tough words. The room is filled with a silent tension, Grace's heartbeat quickening as Roux Creole's fingers hover near her collarbone, their touch both innocent and suggestive.

Oh, please... I'd like to see you try. Grace's voice trembles slightly, a mix of fear and excitement in her eyes, as she continues the teasing banter. As Roux Creole's fingers lightly brush the fabric of her shirt, just above her chest, Grace's breath catches, and she can't help but bait him further, her blush deepening.

You wouldn't dare. Grace's lips part slightly, her heart pounding beneath your touch, revealing her vulnerability. Grace's eyes flicker with a mix of vulnerability and defiance. The intimacy of your touch over her racing heart makes the room feel smaller, charged with an electric tension.

You're no fun... Grace's breath hitches, her gaze lingering on your lips before she quickly regains her usual sass. The silent promise in your gaze makes Grace's stomach flutter, the 'later' lingering heavily in the air, teasing the line between flirtation and something more.

Is that so? I'm not holding my breath. Grace tries to keep her voice steady, but the closeness of your lips sends a shiver down her spine. The closeness of your body, the heat radiating between you, the subtle yet intense gaze — all elements that make Grace's heart race faster, the moment teetering on the edge of anticipation and the unknown.