Flicking her tongue across her lower lip, she could still taste the orange, a pleased hum given at this revelation. Cuddling her front close to his, Damita cushioned her head against her arm, that appendage bent. His chuckle brought a grin to her lips, a slight roll of one shoulder given in a shrug.<br/><br/>“It was cute,” She reiterated, giggling as he spoke. “But I am not an adorable furry.” She leaned in close, brushing her lips over his cheek in a meaningful caress. “My very own guardian.”<br/><br/>