Sorcha hums softly and the ghost of a smile tugs on her lips. "Do you get it?" She finishes and steps back to scrutinize every area of his body.

Ivy chuckles. "I know Arty, but if you're too rough on her, I won't take it easy on [i]you[/i] either."

Asa had woken to take care of some business, and she crosses them, yawning a little. "Could you [i]be[/i] any more obvious?" she stretches.