There are no signs of refusal from the halfling- no signs of anything, really. As far as you can tell, she's working very very hard to appear as innocent and pure as possible... though your fingers find no hints of cloth when they dart teasingly up her thigh. Just a vague sense of warmth...<br/><br/>"Hmm... well, it's a bit late for a nap, and a bit early for sleep... but I did say it was your choice, elf." The halfling scooches and pats you on the shoulder, spurring you onward. "On the way there, maybe you could give me some ideas on how you plan to make me sweat with you... after all, you're the one being put to work this evening, remember?"<br/><br/>For just the briefest of moments, the woman's "serene" facade cracks, and a truly wicked smile darts over her lips... and then it's gone, and her face is right back to the picture of cherubic innocence.