Liz quirked her head at Magenta's raised eyebrow. As her finger slipped inside the cup of her bikini top, Liz didn't watch, rather she focused on the blonde's eyes, and on the way she looked as she did it. The soft sigh that she saw, and heard, from Magenta was reward enough, though the light, tiny, touch to her nipple before Magenta removed her finger, felt more like a tease from where she was sitting.<br/><br/>Liz wasn't sure how to figure Magenta out. She was charming, funny, and sexy from time to time, but every time she seemed to be just about to take a further step, she seemed to get self-conscious. Liz decided it was probably time to throw her a life-preserver before she decided she was drowning.<br/><br/>"There's no such thing, when you're succeeding," she replied, "and, are you asking, or telling me, about the time I mean. Either way, you're stuck with me now."<br/><br/>Liz gave Magenta a mischievous smile.