"Hmm," Rose murmurs as Testament speaks. Then she blinks and processes what they're saying, and how they look... yeah, they're drenched in pussy-juice. And that smirk. Rose's blush deepens. "Oh. Sure. Do you, uh..."

...actually, wait something happened when she wasn't paying attention. Something important. She glances over her shoulder, toward Testament's groin. Whether there's visible evidence or not, she can tell they got off. "Really. I mean..."

Argh, okay, the order of operations is all jumbled. First things first. She awkwardly clambers off Testament's face, remembering a second too late that she could have just flown. So she just... floats in a sitting position, legs crossed demurely to conceal her genitals. She's aware that the cloth is gradually unfraying but puts it firmly out of mind. Her hair is still in her face for some reason, so she brushes it back with her hands--where'd she put her headband?

"You... really enjoyed that, huh. Er, I did too. Obviously. Sorry. And, thanks." What is Rose even saying? "I don't really do... this. Usually. I don't really know what to..." No, she does know what to do. "You were, um, really cool about it. We should... 'hang out' again some time. If you want."

Smooth as sandpaper, that Rose Lalonde.