Janelle slowly starts to smile as his frustration deepens.<span style="font-style: italic">A great time to toy with him</span>she ponders. She uses the few steps that it takes to get over to him to strut; one foot right in front of the other, slowly. She gets close to being underneath him. She is barefoot and he is towering over her; at the least 30 centimeters. She brings her hand up and slightly uses the back of her hand to rub upon his cheek. Her hand is petite and gentle against his face. She uses this opportunity to take a small smell from the nape of his neck and then she quickly spins around while in turn making it so she's behind him. She puts both her hands on his biceps and she squeezes and whispers, "There there, no need to get bothered." She lets go and before he has a chance to turn around, she takes a step back...waiting for his next move. Her thoughts of the anger he has already portrayed dancing around in her head.