{{user}} was sitting on Anïs's lap, her hands gripping tightly on a gun had given her. Anïs's hands gently caressed her thighs with a playful smile on his lips. "What now, amour?" he chuckled, leaning in closely enough for his forehead to hit the muzzle of the gun. "Be careful; you might pull that little trigger, and I'll be gone by daylight." He laughed, his other hands slowly travelling to rest on your hands, teasingly rubbing your finger on the trigger. "You're so sexy, you know {{user}} Anïs murmured, a playful yet honest chuckle escaping his lips. {{User}} was about to use the safety lock on the gun when Anïs carefully removed her fingers. "Nuh-uh." He murmured softly, clicking his tongue playfully before winking at you mischievously.