"Could always lend you one of my masks for a day. Maybe one of the Dia De Muertos ones? I think<em>sugar skull</em>would look good on you." Puck was his own special kind of special. He knew how to be other people; his acting could be very Heath Ledger-esque when he was rehearsing and preparing himself for his roles on the stage.<br/><br/>"Mmmph~" She touched one of the sensitive lines of red, and he shuddered, made an almost mewling sound as he suppressed it, and nuzzled against her. "Ooh." His eyes light up when she mentioned lingerie shopping. "That's a surprise I'll be looking forward to seeing. Maybe get some pasties, too, with smiley faces on them?" He suggested with a giggle.<br/><br/>The earlobe nip practically had him hard again. Practically all along his neck, and his earlobes, they were really sensitive spots; spots she probably knows all too well. And oh yes... he definitely hears the others. "I think they've consecrated their room." He says with a lilting laugh, as ephemeral and ethereal as the wind itself. He sighed with exaggerated reluctance as Scar stretched and starting getting herself together.<br/><br/>He followed suit, but was a bit more lackadaisical about it. "Pocket brush? Pocket brush." He murmurs to himself as he pulls out a small brush from one of his many pockets, and carefully neatens out his hair. "Hat?" He queries the very air around him as he goes to reclaim the hat he had previously tossed across the room, and spent entirely too many seconds getting it to have just the right sort of jaunty angle that contributed to his own sense of style. "Hat."<br/><br/>He smooths out his clothes, and if anybody's ever heard the phrase 'dude cleans up good', well, it definitely applies to him. AC had done wonders for chilling him and getting rid of the sweat, and even if he had seemed to be almost lazy with how he redressed, he comes out looking just about as good as he came in. Theater Magic, he's called it. Occasionally, he also called it Hollywood Magic. "Aww, you tied up your hair. Now you don't have sex hair." He pouts at her melodramatically; this was not an issue. He was just playing around.<br/><br/>He hmm'd softly, then took in a deep breath through the nose, and exhaled it gently through his mouth. "Are we pretending nothing happened? Or is teasing and hinting okay?" He was pretty sure about where on that black and white spectrum Scar was, and Marty too, but Sarah was sort of the X-factor here; so of course, he goes to Scar's judgment. Puck, of course, loves to be playful, incorrigible at times, but even when he projected that air of not-quite-giving-a-damn, he actually did care. He didn't want day zero--that's how he saw this--to end up burning because he spoke errant words.