[It could be used as confirmation... but she isn't going to. She feels close, the sensation of searching and getting "warmer... warmer...", almost "hot"... But no, it's not quite right. She could「see」the lusts fairly dripping off members of those more demonic species, the "prints" of countless hands that had touched their skin, let alone the aromas her naturally keen nose tended to sense wafting off them, evidence of lover after lover clinging to their skin. This man here... He isn't like that, no matter how skilled or dedicated he was proving to be.]

Oh, it's possible.

[For a secret she didn't actually care that much about keeping. But could he do it? She really wants to see if he can. Reading cues of the body were second nature to a woman as lusty as she was, so he only needs to suggest for her to follow, oh so helpfully shifting along with him to end up in his lap, clenching eagerly on his dick. Her arms wrap loosely around his neck for a moment, tongue sliding over her bottom lip and offering a brief glimpse of the Shard embedded in it.]

So let's play~ For every good moan... you can have a hint of mine... or a question of your own.

[She was so generous! Kiritsubo chuckles with amusement, breathy with pleasure, her fingers dragging temptingly over Sebastian's skin, up the back of his neck he had denied her the pleasure of inking and into his hair before she leaves him to raise her arms above her own head, stretching with a groan before letting her hands fall back behind her head, fingers lacing as her spine arches and she makes a shameless offering of her breasts, performing... no, perhaps that is a hint in and of itself. It is barely a performance she needs to put effort into at all. It's natural. Just like how she whispers, husky and goading,]

But they have to be good ones.