She would have happily surrendered her cherished silence if it meant his arm came nowhere near her but that was an option that had never been offered to her and now he was touching her waist. Tig had never liked wearing corsets but for once she was thankful that the thick material and metal at least mostly disguised the sudden tension in her body. Remaining as she had been as if he'd never touched her would be the ideal, he was probably looking for a reaction, but she couldn't help but to tense. Was he trying to mess with her or was he so eager to have his way with her that he no longer cared if it made him look foolish? Tig had a hard time believing it was the latter, but then she also didn't want to believe he would ever be so pathetic. He had to be toying with her.
Then again, he'd placed his hand on her thigh for no reason after they'd... Tig shut her eyes and tried to push that train of thought as far away from her mind as possible, a task not made easier by his invading limb. "It's left me rather parched," came her eventual reply. "I could do with a drink." She wasn't all that thirsty but he'd hopefully go fetch her a drink and thus be forced to remove himself from her.
Then again, he'd placed his hand on her thigh for no reason after they'd... Tig shut her eyes and tried to push that train of thought as far away from her mind as possible, a task not made easier by his invading limb. "It's left me rather parched," came her eventual reply. "I could do with a drink." She wasn't all that thirsty but he'd hopefully go fetch her a drink and thus be forced to remove himself from her.
