“Unique? You are very… Very unique.” Damita interjected, smirking up at him cheekily once more, unable to keep such a comment from rolling off her tongue. The blush had not faded, though she shoved the shyness aside; had he not seen all of her last night? ‘That was in the dark…’ Her mind chided, the senorita arguing with herself inwardly. If he had disliked what he had saw, would he not of already rejected her?<br/><br/>Or told her?<br/><br/>Damita was use to men being very forward and blunt, not playing games with words and minds. Pulled in tight against Toho’s body, she was sudden made very aware of his morning erection, giving cause for the blush to spread over the bridge of her nose as well. Cinnamon gaze suddenly connected with Toho’s, those irises darkening at the mention of her father. “You may if you want, though do not tell him of me or how I am. He is dead to me.” And that was that for that particular subject.<br/>