There's a low, almost rumbling hum of both thought and interest, that isn't immediately followed by either being expressed in words. It has been a while since they flipped the script a little, and Daisy can't say it doesn't sound appealing right now.

The first not-so-subtle hint of what's going on in her head comes in the form of fingers curling around Erin's wrist and dragging her hand up to Daisy's breast, still covered by the simple shirt. Shamelessly, she encourages Erin to grope at her, whilst her own hand never leaves Erin's wrist.

"Not—" a long, slow breath, "not bad ideas. Maybe leave the last one 'til— 'til at least later. Want to really see you, right now."