[ Really, there's an almost unspoken language between them both, an understanding of what each of them needed, when they needed it. What they could do, to get that. How far one would need to push before the other will topple over. For Lilia, all that was needed was a simple amount of effort, a little show that he was going to be treated as he damn well believed he deserves to be treated. He's lived too long to give anyone the time of his own day that they wouldn't give back.

Which, funny when he was so distracted by his game a short while ago. But, hey, he's making up for it now!! It's fine.

Crimson stares up at Leona, eating up the sight of the beastman's positioning, the way his hands move to free his body of the damn near oppressive clothing. Pushing himself up a little, onto his elbows, Lilia makes it clear how closely he's watching, following the shape of his body with each movement. ]

I don't think I've learned my lesson yet.

[ The little thought is practically hummed out, as he tilts his chin in towards his own chest, looking up at Leona through his eyelashes as his eyes go half lidded. Fingers pull at the hoodie, tugging it up further to just give a hint of his chest, of the rest of his small form. ]

I believe you may have to punish me further for disrespecting our time together. Otherwise, how will I learn?

[ Not to say that this won't just reward his bad behavior, but hey-- he's trying to be coy and cute right now, okay?? ]