Rita shrugs and pats Lapine's shoulders. "I mean, most of my freak flag goes towards fancy toys and otherwise dangerous stuff. Like I brought my own cheap steak knife once and my 'date' used it to get me off. Tossed it afterwards. But also I said I thought and never actually had wings here."<br/><br/>She also pretends to undress Lapine as part of working her hands down her teammate's body. "Although I hear that there's the whore's pasta for stamina. Probably just a rumor, but. Who knows. Might. Just. Hit. Gold." The last few words come out in a purr as she suddenly reaches out to sieze the vital regions. Metaphorically. It's more of slow cupping and grabbing with just enough force to let you know that she was there and paying most attention to what's in her hand.