"Hmm... You sure are stuck on this whole tying thing right now, huh Elf?" With a smirk, the halfling pushes herself away from your chest, and picks up her plain brown tunic in one hand. One flurry of twisting and winding later, she presses her palms back against your chest... bound together gently at the wrist.<br/><br/>"Is this what's on your mind, Valen?" Sharille actually says your name for once, the rarity of the word on her tongue somehow making it sound more exotic. The tunic drags across your chest as she stretches out, cat-like, atop you. "Tie me up, tie me down, tie me any which way... and then just have me at your mercy?"