<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>“I’d prefer to say that it’s<em>encouraged</em>.” Kaylee smirked a bit, running the tip of her finger along the rim of her tea cup as the Captain jumped in, “Though it’s certainly true that the Captain is selective regarding who she brings aboard.  There’s a certain atmosphere she likes to cultivate.” She said, circling her hands as she slightly walked back the Captain’s assertion without actually denying any of it.<br/><br/>“As for Sera and me,” she paused, leaning back and looking up at the Marine standing protectively behind her, bumping her head back against her abdomen, “We’re not up to kink just yet, so who’d be holding the leash and who wearing it is still a bit up in the air.” She lingered a bit, trying to see if that kind of talk managed to do anything to penetrate her drilled stoicism.  Her tail once again brushed up along her calves, stroking up slightly before she leaned forward with a bit of a sigh.<br/><br/>“Besides, for all its coziness, the Honeypot is a bit on the small side.” She said, propping up her chin with feigned disappointment, “For a proper walk, you’d want something with a bit more running room.  Like a station arm at a trade satellite, or a bike path with a good view.” She tapped a finger to her lips, with a bit of a coy smile.  Of course, she’d mentioned some pretty public places, trying to add a bit of exhibitionism to whatever the Countess was already turning over in her imagination.  She wanted to be a good sport, after all.<br/><br/>Though, it was a bit hard to miss that her body language had opened up considerably with the topic shift.