(Synn)<br/><br/>Synn pushed off of the door jam and approached Troy. She placed her feathered fingertips on his chest and traced his scars slowly as she took the vest from his hand and threw it onto the floor. She looked up at him and brushed her lips against his ever so lightly before she spoke, "Now if you want me in your bed Troy, why are you getting dressed?" she grinned as her fingers curled around his forearms.