There he goes with the nipping, very well. In that case she is reaching to cup his face and guiding him into a proper kiss.

Wouldn't be better if he laid down with his head on her lap, then? It certainly is more comfortable...

Blinking, reaching in to caress his cheek.

“perks of being immortal. ... Killing us is tricky, starving doesn't work either.” She murmured, returning the gentle squeeze when he began talking about....her... ... -

Opalescent orbs were watchful of his reaction, yet still she seemed absorbed in thoughts herself. As the locket was nestled between their hands, she smiled softly at the sight. -

The treasure inside consisted of just a couple of small scales. And while the opalescent pattern was the same as hers, these ones were of a gentle turquoise colour. Small scales, too small and soft to be hers, they belonged to a juvenile. She didn't say a word, her gaze lowered on them.

Her eyes were lost in thoughts at that point, yet she was still looking at him with a little smile. “promise. Thank you.” -

“I...figured, that's why I made sure not to touch it.” She mumbled quietly, eyes casted upon the cloth. “see, sometimes I don't understand why you let me take it. Or wear it. I'm not supposed to, am I?”

Of course she was handing it back, then came a shrug. “you can't always be with me, this way at least a part of me will be with you. Yes, you can laugh now.”

“adding my touch-” Was her reply after making herself comfortable again, her hand plucking another scale straight from the patch of skin right under her collarbone. “I believe...that if I had a hat I would store something I hold dear inside it rather than outside, to avoid ruining it.”

Looking up from his hat, at him, then at the hat again. Then at him once more. ...she is patting her thighs.

She is not far. Just trying to place a few of her scales inside his hat.

She could feel her cheeks burning out of embarrassment, for a moment there she had a very bad feeling. Perhaps she just worries too much. -

“Boothill. The dying part.”

The poor girl had to slap a hand over her mouth in order to stay quiet, her cheeks flushing up immediately when a shiver ran down her spine. She took a shaky sigh, moving her tail out of his grasp. -

“fucking hell, Boothill.” The female grumbled before slapping his head with her fins, using said tail to push him on the couch. “why did you drink this time?”

Plopping her (heavy) fins on his face with the intent of stopping him, crossing her arms. “you are drunk.”

“oh I should try that since my tail doesn't seem to work.” She joked, a playful laugh rumbling in her chest. “I love having your pretty eyes on me after all...” Not a thing in the world will ever have her objectify him, he was too precious to her.

Oh she was not against the idea, giving the material a gentle, little tug in her direction. “as it should. I'm pretty sure it would work on you too, should I decide to wear an embarrassingly skimpy outfit~”

“don't pull that shit on me, you definitely did that on purpose.” There was a hint of amusement in her voice, boldness even. In fact, she did reach to tug at the hem of the fabric just a little. “is this another trick to have all eyes on you?”

Grumbling. “what was that? It was showing! I could clearly picture it in my mind!” To say she was blushing was an understatement, both at the idea AND the nickname.

Swinging the bat in the air. “COME HERE.”

. . . That's it, she is grabbing her brand new metal baseball bat.

What is he doing this time... She CAN SEE THE OUTLINE.

Blushing madly, the fins forming the tip trembling visibly. Of course she likes that. “mhh. . .” Hiding her face away.

The tail ended up curling around his arm, the tip of it unfurling veeery slowly. “Boothill—”

. . . “... depends.”

Retrieving her tail with a trembling hand. “You didn't hear that.”

Moan— Slapping a hand over her mouth.

With the same conviction in her mind, she still wanted to believe that their doomed fate was still far from them. At least for now she could allow this hungry dog to bite her open and ravage whatever is left of her. After all, not much was going to remain after his departure. -

Well, she did say he didn't have to return her feelings. That kind of reaction she could deal with, the bittersweet feeling was much easier to deal with. -

She believed she never shut someone up so quickly in her life, her mind already playing tricks again. “I wanted you back-” A moment of silence came from her, how would he react? Would he push her away? “I wanted you back... ... because I love you.” -

Eyes fluttering open, dazed and happy until she was questioned. Only then she tensed up, allowing a small part of her anxiety into her mind. “why...I left you with that choice?” She questioned, somewhat too out of it and in need to make sure she understood his words. -

He couldn't get it more wrong. What she asked of him was to leave him with a choice. To give him something more... comfortable to deal with. He was used to shut people out, she was used to being left alone. That concept grew with her ever since her early stages of life. Way too long ago. -

Her gaze became progressively more and more sad, a hint of tears even if she refused to cry. Not in front of him. “Boothill. Answer me.” She began once more. -

.... Pfft-

And through each word she never averted her gaze from his, although it did get rather empty at some point. As if she was dealing with something painful. Then she sighed. “is this what you wish, Boothill? You...wish for me to let you go and find someone else?”

“all this time that's exactly what I wanted, too.” She started, her gaze pained, guilty even. “ever since I got to know about that story, I wanted you to know that you were not alone. I wanted to tell you that I could hear your pain, I wanted to be there for you.” -

Truth to be told she had learnt not to mind all that metal too much, if anything she cared more about the person he was aside from that unnatural body. She couldn't trick her mind into thinking she was dealing with a normal person of course, so the best option would be to accept him as he was. -

Sigh. Shy, are we?

Tsk tsk, just admit it.

Oh she knows she is right. This is an indirect admission.

Nothing but the plain truth.

But what she did after blinking twice was to move to place herself on his lap, clearly not minding that...cold, steely feeling. “even my insides know how you feel. I got used to it.” A warm chuckle and soon she had thrown her arms around his neck, holding him into a firm hug. -

Appreciation can be done in silence, complimenting or flirting otherwise...

Why would a judge compliment a criminal?

Sounded like flirting to her.

That's the least she can do after embarrassing her.

“I just need you to listen to me for a second.” She whispered, looking up at him once again. “...Thank you, for making her happy. You gave her the only thing I couldn't. And...I'm sorry, again, about what happened. I let my feelings get in the way.”