The halfling returns your kiss, pressing herself closer for the briefest of moments... and apparently gets caught off by the brush of your exploring fingers against her sex. And for that moment, at least, all facade fades away... you feel her fingers clench against the cloth of your tunic, and a hungry shudder wracks her small frame. Even after you pull away, the halfling's eyes remain closed, and her lips remain poised against yours for a good few seconds.<br/><br/>"I... hm... I might be intereseted to hear what you have in mind, Elf..." The halfling's lips twitch into a familiar smirk, and she shakes her head. "But you had best get to carrying before I decide to start dragging you along myself..."