Mady gave a soft smile to Dani when their eyes finally met.  It was still Mady, dark eyes full of worry over her unofficial charge.  Gesturing back towards the living room she grabbed a seat at one end of the couch.  Leaving Dani plenty of room to find a seat.<br/><br/>“Distracting? The damned thing keeps trying to...”  As if on cue her tongue slipped beneath her shirt once more, tickling at the tops of her breasts.  She was slowly getting better at enunciating her words, though she had to speak slowly.  Slapping the tongue away only resulted in it slapping back at her hands.  She could feel when she had control.  But she could also feel something...other.  “I'd rather be popping away and appearing naked.  Rather than a tongue that insist on feeling me up.”