[ Moneypenny exhales lightly, too still to drowsy to bring herself to properly laugh. She peddles dreams for a living and unlike Iain's, hers are worth their weight in superlatives (whether that be the very best or the very worst, they are always extreme) so perhaps she disagrees. ]
Nah, [ she says softly, but she doesn't seem to mind. ] Jus' a bit. Here an' there.
[ The motion is slow and sleep-ridden but clear as she pulls slightly on Iain's hip. (C'mhere.) ]
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Nah, [ she says softly, but she doesn't seem to mind. ] Jus' a bit. Here an' there.
[ The motion is slow and sleep-ridden but clear as she pulls slightly on Iain's hip. (C'mhere.) ]