[She cracks a smile, shifts a little closer against him, keeps poking down the side of his neck and down his side just light enough so he can feel the tip of her nicotine-stained finger on him, searching maybe for a soft spot or a place where he's ticklish. Her voice is thick with amusement.]
What a shame. I guess I can't help but tease you for it, then.
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What a shame. I guess I can't help but tease you for it, then.