Eve takes a bite of her apple, juice flowing down her chin which she wipes with the back of her hand. It is then her shoulder is gently bumped. An action unusual for Rowan according rumors. She looks up, “ yes with whatever you’re about to suggest.”

Eyes narrow at the reply. “I wonder if the Mother would approve of you running your mouth against her blood daughter.” Eve shoots back, ever the bratty one. She grunts as she’s shoved. “Can we go back to the bit where you weren’t talk and you had your knee against my cunt?”