"If you're getting my hopes up, I'll kill you." She tries to be threatening, but it's difficult when he wraps his arm around her, and she can't fight the urge to hold him there, arms resting atop his. She's hopeless in her adoration of him, hopelessly in love, and she sighs, muscles relaxing along the extent of their touches. It feels weird to just be in her underwear, but it's not like it's anything he hasn't seen. Five minutes ago.

"I'm serious. I'll rip your throat out." She's smiling, though. Erica's got a weird sense of humor.