Hideaway Strath Oh, I just want to take him home

 

In her waiting she stews, equal parts terrified and ready - there is this feeling in her she can't quite describe and though she knows the mechanics this is utterly different. There is so much more feeling to it, to everything, and it is palpable like a charge in the air. Everything has taken note it feels, and Hemlock cannot why away from what they have decided upon. The moment that Arturo is in her line of sight she let's out a soft crooning sound, hoping to draw him closer. 

Maybe it is the game. Maybe she weaves her head beneath Lotte's as a sign of affection or deference, maybe she does so to further entice the gangster. Her tail sways slowly, her green eyes fixed on the fire of his gaze and she offers a coy smile. He approaches and she considers for a moment the way she might move; if it were to sink down, to offer herself or make him work for her she isn't quite sure. "I had assumed you would have come sooner," She teases fondly, finally unwinding herself from her place against Lotte to lick his chin. 

She takes a slow path around him, careful not to touch too much - to stay just beyond his grasp. Just to tease, perhaps equally for Lotte's benefit.