Squirm she does, the attention so slow and meticulous, it's maddening how he gets closer and closer. Feeling herself shiver, trying not to wriggle away from him. Not that she could as he lent over her, his lips joining his fingers like an instrument he was learning the strings of.

"He - he's called Eimantas. It means - clever. Because he's-"

Oh that wasn't fair. How could he make her feel like this? It was just hands on her skin! But she felt the moan slip from her before she chokes it down, that pressure was barely anything on her chest, yet her toes curled up. Her eyes scrunch close, pressing her hands against her face. "Tha- that - "

He asked her something, didn't he? She pulled her hands away enough again. "Deer. Hunt - deer." Please have mercy, he was barely doing anything.