Amunet eventually managed to get herself under control, though she had to wipe tears from the corners of her eyes before she could even look at Grey properly again. The sight of his steadily twitching lip almost started her off a second time, but she managed to hold it in and shook her head.
"It's kind of cute," she said. "You look like a little innocent virgin when you get like that."
Grey scoffed, ready to fire something back at her, only for his mind to come up strangely empty. That almost annoyed him more than the comment itself, especially when Amunet seemed to realize exactly what had happened and her smile widened.
Before Grey could recover, Amunet reached down and caught the strings of his sweats, then stepped past him and started walking down the hallway while pulling him along. "Alright, play boy. We've got very little time to work with and a far distance to go."
