When Orion started to speak, Cassiopiea barely suppressed a groan. She did not want to hear him talk. She wanted his hands on her body. Why on earth did he think otherwise? She tuned him out, adding little thoughfful noises as appropriate. "Oh, really?" She adds one time. Finally he falls silent and she can try again. Though she doubted he would get it this time either.<br/><br/>"Would you show me how to throw the ball?" She asks inoccently, though thefe was nothing inoccent about it. Unless Orion was too damn dense to understand. She straightens up a little, in case her breasts were too distracting for him. No wonder he was single, he couldn't catch a hint hitting him in the face.