She chuckled against his skin. And gave one more delicate lick after she nipped his neck. She didn't break the skin, but there's a bit of scrape in that bite. She leaned back down, that cat that got the cream smirk on her lips. "Never forget, koi. Your soon to be wife is still a bit catlike. We stalk tasty things well." She laughed softly, taking one of his hands to kiss the palm lightly, and suck perhaps a little suggestively on his fingertips.

She let him go, and sauntered back to the costume rack she required, ocean eyes scanning the selection critically. Still, the little siren kept most of her senses on her mate. She needed the right dress...