"Bite me!"
"No."
Lillian grumbled, her face wrinkled with displeasure.
Currently, the two were alone inside a large and spacious room with several pieces of furniture: desks, mirrors, a large round table, a king-sized bed, etc; it was all a person could ever ask for in a room.
The Darkhounds had taken their time in making sure everyone would be comfortable with the homes given; truly an accommodating bunch.
After briskly carrying Lillian into the room and making sure there wasn't anything suspicious planted within it, Marionette was suddenly thrown onto the bed by the Rabbit, thus leading to their current situation.
With her rear planted on Marionette's hips, Lillian sat on the Assassin, who was lying down straight; her head resting on the soft pillow of the bed.
Continuing to watch Lillian try to convince her, Marionette sighed in a tired tone, while being partially amused by Lillian's displeased face.
