She lowers her head a long moment, staring at...not quiet anything. Then his feet...the pants she'd bought him last Christmas...the clear bulge there...did the girl really turn him on that much? Why not Monkling...<br/>She wanted to have that effect on him...She'd always wanted that, despite everything. She bites her lip lightly, realizing a moment that she's still staring. She glances further up, and draws a breath.<br/>And smirks. "Well it's no party with that on." She says, unbuttoning the top button. Then she plants her paw on his chest, pushing him back to the living room. "Go on..." She says, following behind him.<br/>It doesn't count if there's a third person, right?