She fluidly let him draw her to her bare feet, moving as if boneless to standing. He gave her a bit of instruction and she settled in the chair, curling her legs under her naked backside.<br/><br/>Those dark eyes watched the can move side to side as he moved it from hand to hand in front of her, teasing her with the promise of such a tasty treat. He wanted to know her name? But he knew it. Her cheek rubbed to the leather headrest, enjoying the sensation of the once-skin against her soft face.<br/><br/>“…Mrow?” She asked softly before licking at her lower lip.<br/><br/>“Tila-Rose,” the girl finally responded, not looking away from the can that he so casually shifted in front of her eager gaze. She was a little hungry by this point. She spent awhile after lunch in her room, chasing nothing around, under and over her bed and thus the bit of tuna she had was already not as filling anymore.<br/>