Rejection wasn't something Rebecca was terribly used to, but she hadn't really gone after all that many people for rejection to have played a big role in her life, she was married to the first and only person she'd ever gone to bed with. Nevertheless, she took it in stride, at least hiding the hurt of being turned down by a beautiful woman. It sounded a bit like Amanda had spent way too much time around people who thought they were Hannibal Lecter, but that wasn't Rebecca's fault. She liked life to be passionate and surprising, having to codify everything seemed like nailing it down, making it cold and clinical. "Suit yerself."<br/><br/>It was clear that Leanna had a much better way with the woman than herself, but she had decided that if Amanda was going to keep being standoffish, that was her own loss. Moving to Leanna, she took hold of the other woman's throat in a firm, loving grip, bringing her wife to stand so that she could gather up two fistfuls of that lovely dress and draw it down to shimmer to the floor around her feet. "Amanda's worried I'm not able to be domineerin' enough, I think." She grinned, giving Leanna's throat a brief, rough squeeze before settling down on the couch, drawing her darling into her lap, lifting a hand up to idly caress a pert, perfect breast."