[ Only the sexiest of requests from Rose. It seems to serve her well, at least. The tightness of her bra suddenly isn't and she's wiggling her shoulders a little at the newfound freedom. She so loves her freedom, especially when it leads her to getting progressively more naked in bed with a handsome new acquaintance. That's the best kind of freedom, in her opinion. She might be biased though. Just a little.

She can't help the giggle that escapes her lips at the feeling of their lips brushing against her skin, the fleeting graze of their teeth there too. Janus is learning something that very few people know: Rose is extremely ticklish. ]

When I'm emotional, [ she answers, her own hands resuming their roaming. Now that their shirt is off the next order of business would be those pesky pants. ] Which is kind of funny, when I think about it. That when I get upset, I use one of the most polite languages there is.