Ianora withdraws just enough for her aquamarine gaze to meet Alizeh’s eyes. Only a hand’s-breadth separates them. Close enough for a kiss. Close enough for lips to reach any number of other, delightful targets - cheek, jaw, throat.<br/><br/>“Either way,” she replies to Alizeh’s question. Languidly, she flutters the rose petals over the tip of the half-elf’s ear, as if she were using a feather duster. “If you tell me to stop, I will. Otherwise, you may join in whenever you wish.”<br/><br/>The rose slides over Alizeh's cheek, twirling, slightly ticklish; and touches her lips in a sort of mock-kiss. There it remains for a moment before Ianora pulls it away, and it vanishes from sight, somewhere between them. It returns in a flurry of petals at Alizeh’s throat, sensuously gliding up and down, up and down; and then the rose descends, flirting with the neckline of her dress. Along the edge of her neckline it skates, swishing back and forth, petals touching all the exposed flesh it can reach, dipping as low as the cut of her dress permits.