<em>"Uhm, Y-Yang?"</em>When those words came to Yang's ears, her heart sunk a bit. She thought she was going to tell her to move. And she did... but not in the 'what are you doing get off of me!' sense she thought. Lean a bit the other way. She could do that. She smiled a little when Sveta mentioned working out with her arms more. "Lean a bit over?" She saw a moment to use the one line she's wanted to for<em>years</em>. "As you wish." She quoted one of her favorite movies - a quote she<em>prayed</em>Sveta would connect to - and shifted a bit the other way to support herself more. She was still leaning on Sveta in hopes of getting her to understand<em>why</em>she was doing it, but now she wasn't so overpowering her. Sometimes, Yang forgot her own imposing-ness.<br/><br/>"I don't think you<em>need</em>to work out with your arms more. I think you're beautiful like you are." Yang had never - in all her years knowing Sveta -<em>ever</em>called her beautiful seriously. Cute, yes; used it in a joking manner, of course... but it was never serious. She paused. "If it'd be more comfortable..." She paused, taking a quick second to really ask herself if this was a route she wanted to follow. Once these words came out of her mouth, there would be<em>no going back</em>. Her feelings for Sveta would be out on the table. "If it'd be more comfortable for you..." She started over. "You could always sit on my lap..."