[ The pad of her thumb brushes back and forth against his skin, tracing the line of his jaw, while Rokurou's face nuzzles against her palm. Nami chuckles quietly, charmed by the movement, enough so that when he invites her to join him on the sofa, she doesn't do much beyond roll her eyes before doing exactly that. ]

I think we could console each other. [ Her knees rest on either side of his hips, straddling him comfortably before she meets his eye with a slight, but markedly devilish grin. ] Since I missed out on such a peak dramatic performance. [ One hand rests on the back of the sofa, keeping her steady as she leans in to catch his bottom lip between her teeth, giving it a playful, light tug before she finishes her thought. ] We can skip to the encore, too.