She was on the verge of making fun of him for his sudden stoic, dour look when she noticed the tattoo, not to mention the fact that big brother must have gotten most of the hair of the family. "Oh, look! You got one!" She was delighted to see it and the pink flushing without her having to say a word to bring it out. "A dog, of course."

Her fingers went to it immediately, rubbing over the design and feeling the very faint raising of the skin. That lasted only a moment before she leaned forward to feel it with her tongue, her bare breasts hot and heavy pressure against his stomach. She was shameless in the swirl and lap of wet tongue. It was exactly the way she might have licked an ice treat in Antiva.

She looked up at him directly from beneath dark lashes and brows, her expression not unlike a predator preparing to eat something up completely. "Did it hurt?" she murmured against his skin. "Do you have any others?" One hand slipped down to squeeze a thigh through his trousers and then pluck at the material in faux irritation. "You're still too dressed for me to have a look. One thing I never pegged you for is lazy."