"Hmm.." Aria didn't seem offended by the idea of<em>earning</em>money instead, although she did blush. It'd not occurred to her, and she wondered if ever she'd have the daring, but when it was put so logically as making money rather than spending...and of what she'd heard about Sune's faith were true, the men in it were likely to be reasonably handsome as well as good-hearted, she could hope.<br/><br/>She felt the redoubling of weight in her lap - sudden and surprising but somehow cozy and intimate the moment after, and the pressure rather pleasant - before even her eyes flicked down to see the cat in her lap was a petite humanoid. The striped hair reminded her not only of the cat's fur but of Rose's, causing Aria to smile pleasantly.<br/><br/>"Well met, Pumiro," Aria nodded, biting her lower lip in her smile as she realized and felt just how the smaller lady held her thigh, possessing opposably thumbed hands now, for balance or...<br/><br/>Aria adjusted her legs slightly to accommodate her lap's new tenant, but in a way which if anything would give this Pumiro even less-fettered access to various swaths of her legs. "It's alri-" she began to answer as Pumiro coyly explained her formshift, but when availed of just what the cat-lady had smelled, Aria blinked. She felt she<em>ought</em>to've felt embarrassed, but somehow, when it was put out there, she just felt liberated.  It wasn't as if she<em>hadn't</em>been hoping for Sherry to realize her flirtations, after all, that was the point of flirtation in the end.<br/><br/>She giggled softly, stroking Pumiro's hair, then back - hmm, the lady's smaller body made it rather easy to reach one part of her from another, she realized. She looked at Sherry, deciding she might as well take Pumiro's candor as an opportunity. " 'Tis true," she spoke softly, "Noticed you I have - who could not? most of the heads on the deck turned at you, whether in attraction or envy or some of each - and flirted, aye, and my pheromones not only over the thoughts of men in shining steel or wild furs." She stroked Sherry's cheek, rather enjoying the hue of its blush. Her thumb ran through Sherry's hair just behind the ear, and her index finger caressed the nape of the fey lady's neck, ever so lightly and suggestively pressing as if to encourage her head forward, towards Aria's. " Not only the ship do I now desire to show you, butterfly, so take now your chance to flee if you must, for I am about to kiss you. And not likely to stop there."