<em>Isn't that the truth...</em>Trish thinks to herself as her eyes are... directed... towards the other woman's. Maybe it's just her, but she feels like the woman has turned the pheromones up a notch, and her body is<em>aching</em>to respond. Of course, the only "response" she can feasibly give is a slightly-bewitched smirk of her own.<br/><br/>"Well, I certainly don't mind long routes... and have never minded<em>sweat</em>..." Her mind flashes back to her most recent job as she speaks, effectively "reality-checking" her for a moment. "Not such a fan of swimming, though..."<br/><br/>She shakes the funk off before it can settle in, though, and lets herself float for one blissful moment in the cloud of pure desire emanating from the elf in her lap... and, with a wink and a grin, leans just a little bit forward to retrieve her jager-bomb from the table. She doesn't actually<em>touch</em>the woman, per se... but she can feel the heat from the elf's cheek on hers, and that certainly doesn't hurt.<br/><br/>"Though I'm curious what kind of routes I'd want to run<em>over</em>and<em>over,</em>as you put it..."