Smirking, Aria can tell just how riled up Eowyn is getting even before she starts to explain her thoughts on the subject.  Listening to her, and to the obvious pleasure she's getting simply from remembering the act, Aria can't help but feel more than a twinge of hunger at the idea of such a meal.  "Alas, I haven't had an opportunity like that as of yet, although I've had others of similar scale."<br/><br/>Sliding closer again, Aria lifts herself up a bit from her normal height until she's resting lightly on Eowyn's shoulder and one of her hair-tendrils starts gently nibbling on the tip of her ear, and begins whispering in a tone that makes it clear this is for her alone to hear.  "Besides, who said anything about you needing to<span style="font-style: italic">force</span>me?  I did pick the purple shirt for a reason, dear.  Although, I'd of course make you work a bit for your treat, and the situation could just as easily reverse itself, but that would all be part of the fun..."