She yawned a little into her palm then chuckled.<br/>"Only that glass of water. And you. To come back here and say that again. 'Petite fleur'.. Hmm.. I still like it." Imma nestled herself more to the blanket he gifted her with.<br/>But all the time her look was sticked to his figure and she kept on smiling to him softly, only interrupted by another, longer yawn.<br/>"How did you know I'll still like it?" The young woman leaned her temple against the back of her hand while watching him.<br/><br/>