Rose snorts in appreciative amusement of Noctis' funereal imagery. It's always nice to discover that a new acquaintance appreciates a good pun--or even better, a bad pun. She files away the thought of phallic coffins and gaping holes in the earth for later, since there's other business to attend to.

She hums approvingly as Noctis does what he's told. They're new acquaintances who haven't yet had their kinks blasted at each other, so Rose stops short of calling him a good boy, but her hooded gaze communicates the sentiment well enough.

Her plan, such as it is, is to become more intimate, ideally in a way that doesn't damage their burgeoning relationship. To that end, she wields her weapon deftly, with insight and precision. She brushes the tip across Noctis' lips first, dipping down into his mouth by degrees, playing with his food. It isn't like she's ever done this before, but she has a preternatural knack for knowing just how comfortable Noctis is and what he can handle.

"Just like that," she murmurs, as she sees just how well Noctis can take it. "How much can you take?"

For the first time since arriving in Amani, Rose forgets about her situation, her responsibilities, her reputation... all of that. It's enough to explore this new moment. Perhaps it's even enough to break the string's grasp? But that depends on Noctis, now.