<strong>Isulura</strong><br/><br/>Chuckling softly, she shakes her head as she stands straight, letting his head fall to rest on her flat stomach, the top of his head just barely brushing along the bottom of her breasts.<br/><br/>"You hate research and you know it. But, I shall leave you to it if you'd like. Shall I go and dress, and wait for you?"