Isaera smiles, muttering into the kiss as far as she's able "Of course I get my way. I'm a mean, needy Wyr Elvani bitch." She keeps kissing, moving one slim, agile hand up to caress Amelia's side, going to remove her top, moving the kissing to the human's neck, kissing, suckling and gently nibbling as her deft fingers work the girl's clothes.