Ardyn's messy smile widens in satisfaction at the telltale click of the DTF. "Mmm," she murmurs in approval, then considers Dimitri's first offer. "I might like," she says, perhaps a little coy for staying in-character.

Then comes Dimitri's second offer, accompanied by physical touch. Ardyn humps up into his big hand, shameless and for once not having to worry about coming and committing accidental murder. (Probably. Rosie does have some feral instincts of her own, but foremost at present is the breeding instinct.) She grasps Dimitri's thick wrist with both hands and adds, "This I definitely like."

In a burst of horny inspiration, she decides that she's far too clothed for this encounter. Ardyn relinquishes her grip on Dimitr's arm, pulls the collar of her shirt over her head... and gets the shirt stuck halfway off, caught on her armpits. "What--fuck." She forgot about women's clothes.