[If Fang's little half-smirk widens at Weiss' blush, she won't admit to it openly. With careful tenderness, she brushes a lock of hair behind Weiss' ear, then glances over to the painting.]
You hear that? I'm doing better. You better let us out after this, else I'm gonna make a bonfire out of you.
[The threat is delivered casually, but there is something about the tone that suggests dead seriousness. That done, she turns back to Weiss, then dips her head to meet her in a kiss that is slow but nonetheless sensual.]
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You hear that? I'm doing better. You better let us out after this, else I'm gonna make a bonfire out of you.
[The threat is delivered casually, but there is something about the tone that suggests dead seriousness. That done, she turns back to Weiss, then dips her head to meet her in a kiss that is slow but nonetheless sensual.]