Maybe later... [oh most definitely later, but her voice shifts to a whisper] ..But I'd rather not share this time with anyone else.

[and she knows Epsilon would find this painfully awkward, much as he was the one to encourage her to come here and see York in the first place.

In answer, she anchors herself with one arm, while the other frees her hand to roam his back, to slowly draw his shirt up and allow her access to his back. Drags her nails lightly in circular patterns, starting between the shoulderblades.]

Well, I could keep doing this... Or I could tell you exactly what I want to do to you, every step of the way back to your room.,.