The second his arm came close to Anelya shoulders - let alone touched them - she tensed. Considerably. If it were anyone else doing so, she would have made them regret it on contact (or preferably, before contact), but she'd almost grown used to this over the years. Almost. That didn't mean she had to enjoy it.

She raised an eyebrow at his creepster smile and obviously baiting comment, before finally finding her blackglasses and slipping them on over her eyes. If he wanted to continue his story, she was pretty sure he'd do so without her prompting him for more.