"Well, it's part of my evil plan," she noted cheerfully. "Lull you into a false sense of security, and just when you think you're safe and want to maybe fall asleep again..." she switched from fingertips to gentle nails along his skin, teasing.

"The big decision being whether I want to get your shirt of you yet." She was, naturally, arching her back under his hand a bit, like a cat who wasn't quite they wanted to moved but couldn't help but enjoy the petting...