[ The satisfied look on her face deepens as she hears that little would-be gasp that gets caught in his throat when she moves, and for a moment it becomes incredibly tempting to do it again. In the end, she opts for self-preservation, relaxing against the bed while she continues to watch him, as lazy and content as he seems. ]

There's worse? [ Which is, absolutely, a challenge, but then– ] Not the word I'd use. [ She'll shoot tart remarks at him all day, but Nami can't sincerely find a single thing that's gone between them that she hasn't enjoyed – part of the problem, really, but that's a distant issue for now.

Like most times, her panties distract him from that fleeting moment of softness, even if now it's more in a hypothetical sense. Her brows pitch upward, and she shakes her head. ]

That mean you get worked up enough to rip my panties off? If that happens, I might let you, just to see what happens next.