Though the touch is light, the path his finger brushes across her skin burns under the weight of it. As if he's leaving a scorching trail along her skin, marking a path for later. And all she can do is let her head fall back, exposing the column of her throat. If he wants to work her up, and he has!, then by all means, she can do the same. "Me in nothing but a diamond necklace and you..." She purrs, "...completely dressed." The image of Angel dressed to the nines and her in nothing, sprawled across his bed or in front of the fire place, has Buffy nearly losing her footing.

The snap of his teeth causes her face to crinkle up and pulls a laugh out of her. If he was going for seductive with that, it somehow backfired and registered only as adorable. Which she'll keep to herself.

Instinctively her hand reaches behind him. Blindly tracing fingers over the material of his shirt where she knows the tattoo to be hidden underneath, she says, "I like it, too." In case he was wondering how she felt about it. She nods at his explanation. At not wanting to be made some guinea pig, or lab rat. "Would you get one now? A piercing not a tattoo I mean." She has to ask, even if he isn't the type of guy who would get one, either.

Before she can add on what kind of piercing would he get, if he did contemplate getting one, the world shifts and she's no longer standing. The sudden change in position makes her squeak in surprise. But then she's caught on. Her arms loop around his neck, holding onto him as he rushes back to the mansion. The position now gives her the ability to reach his ear. "How about you screw me instead?" She breathes boldly, leaning forward to capture the soft part of his ear between teeth, giving it a tug.