Even for a soft hand, she seemed to be able to provide a very strong grip for their handshake. But the gentle sensation of the soft hands might offer a soothing sensation from the touch. "Each story I have to tell is a tale of conquest. I'm a person of many successes, and in spite of my sexual preferences, a woman who has had plenty of other women gnaw at the bit to please me. Beg, even." She smirked at the thought. From there, she retracted her hand to settle it on the table again as he moved closer to her. Her expression didn't change.<br/><br/>When he crouched to her side, she cast her gain over him with an appropriate amount of interest. And as he spoke, the uncovered soft hand found it's was to slowly, and gently graze along his jaw. She giggled. "I fear I do not know many maidens with such a gently touch, I do admit." Ivory's index finger continued it's gentle ascent up his jaw until her fingers found their way to gently combing through his hair.<br/><br/>It was at this point he might realize he wouldn't need to have to move with the way she was offering him such a gentle gesture. "Fair?" She considered a thought for a moment, and slowly leaned in with her lips puckered slightly as if she were going in to kiss the monk's cheek. But as the plated woman's lips neared, her hold upon his hair tightened in an effort to keep him in place. She kept her face close as she spoke in a soft purr. "Perhaps if you were talking to anyone else in this place."<br/><br/>It was at that point she slid herself further down the booth, and tried to guide him along with the grip on his hair. She was... an aggressive one it seemed. But if he followed her lead and sat himself in the booth, she'd lean up to him once again and press her nose to his cheek gently. "But it seems out fantasies of a perfect night have clashed." Her lips gently pecked at his cheek, and she remained close with her hand slowly loosening to release his hair from her clutches.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>