While Lilian's verbal answer didn't exactly impress him, her physical response left the scarred man admiring her resolve. "Well, you really... seem to be getting the hang of this." She fell off the bike and got right back on, gripping the handlebar tightly as the rumble of the engine started to jig-Umm, okay, Dan needed to start thinking of something else soon. A daunting task with the hardened woman's one soft part rubbing against him, sudding up nicely as the cloth between them generates friction. He starts washing his front a bit more extensively, prolonging the process. His stomach, his neck, his chest and arms, even between his fingers. It was the best damn bar of pre-war soap he'd ever wasted and he made sure to encourage his loyal servant every now and then. "You're doing great, Lil... That's Nice... I got an itch a little to the left."<br/><br/>(For quick thinking in the line of duty, Lilian gets At 2011-09-11 13:21:26, Jr (uid: 11682) rolls: 1d6 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31383) Favor.)