( Jill does laugh at that, her touch growing less hesitant and more... distinctively like the sort one might use to pet a dog. Sorry, Clive. )
You are a good boy, aren't you.
( For a moment she considers how much luck she should be able to press, that Ifrit and Clive will both let her get away with. Neither of them seem to be particularly bothered, so she decides that she might as well indulge in this one time to see him up close and personal without danger raining down around them. )
Could I have your hand, Ifrit?
( For she wishes to at least be eye level with him. )
yessssss big puppy
You are a good boy, aren't you.
( For a moment she considers how much luck she should be able to press, that Ifrit and Clive will both let her get away with. Neither of them seem to be particularly bothered, so she decides that she might as well indulge in this one time to see him up close and personal without danger raining down around them. )
Could I have your hand, Ifrit?
( For she wishes to at least be eye level with him. )