“You, ah- What? Say that again, for me, dear..” Cassandra fumbles over her words, for once, as something foreign is squeaked out from between your lips. So utterly caught up in her touches, that you didn’t even realize what you were actually saying. And, well, when, “mommy,” slipped out; it confused her. Very much so.

But, it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

“Ah.. so that is what you said. Okay.”

It seems as if she’s considering her options here; whether to shove and scold, or give into the desire to make you say it again. And again. Even if you are too embarrassed to. She liked it, and she wants to hear more.

Craves it, as odd as that is. For a lady of her stature, at least.