"Ha. Would I really refuse you after being the one to slide your hand into my pants?"<br/><br/>The halfling twists now, the swiveling of her hips helping you to peel the cloth trousers down her hips so that her mound brushes merrily against your waist. A little bit of wriggling more, and she's nude from the waist down... and pressing quite delightfully against your thigh with a warm and welcoming nether embrace.<br/><br/>"You are always welcome to embrace me, my overly-formal friend..." The halfling's smirk is at once coy and merry, teasing and inviting, leaving no question as to her desires; though if any questions did remain, the passionate way her lips meet yours, her tongue eagerly seeking a dance, erases them quicker than a flash.