Gerlinde was a girl of ready answers.<br/><br/>First with her hand up in class.  Quick to blaze out a thesis.  Sharp when it came to conversational topics she was familiar with - sharp like a swing dancer follows the steps by following the rhythm.<br/><br/>But Lisle kitty's suggestion took the sharp point of her intellect and bent it into the curl of a question mark.<br/><br/>She tried responding with some prompt answer:  Relating that once Hicke had her mind set on something, it would take demolition to unseat it.  Mentioning that the Kommandant probably would like the teeth - maybe even adore them.<br/><br/>Insisting, as her hands did as they lifted to pet a naked breast and she tilted Lisle kitty's head to her shoulder, the contact inspiring a rich, rolling throb through her cock, that Lisle kitty's teeth were beautiful, and that was the end of discussion.<br/><br/>Instead, she had to quirk her head.  Had to ask.  Because as quick as she was with answers, that quickness was inspired by a love of questions.<br/><br/>"Intriguing notion, Lisle.  What do you mean?"