Visably antsy, Cyrine starts pacing. "I'm not sure what kind...any kind! Erm..except that."<br/>She speaks up loudly, "Who knows whats going on in there? But! I'm missing it...I could be missing important life affirming tenderness! Or lust!"<br/>She paces faster, "She's my muse for the moment..and I'm missing good shit!" Cyrines face is flushed, and she is sincere in her dread of missing something 'amazing'.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>