Riley drew some rather easy comparisons to her pet Hazmutt, as she observed G's physical response to her patting. It was endearing. She was not, however, well prepared for just how close he was becoming. She looked around at the giant green boil that had just made himself comfortable around her body, and her voice had a chuckle playing upon it. You certainly are comfortable in your own skin, G. I've met quite a few students who don't like physical contact - you seem to be quite the opposite. Riley settled her weight against him slightly - if he was going to get comfortable, so was she.
And yes, her voice deepened, as her eyes dropped to a half lidded, mischievous glare. I consider myself quite good at scaring. Perhaps this place makes it easy for me - the subjects here are all too easy to frighten. She tried to forget that she had just been one of those 'easy' subjects, and got down to business.
So. What shall we do with you, G. I foresee something underwater. Perhaps a lovely boat ride between two adventurous doting teenagers could turn into a nightmarish disaster. Was she setting someone specific up for disaster? Perhaps. Or.. she shuddered as a thrill went through her. You could get more personal. Stalk your prey. Find out as much about them as possible, and use their personal information to bring them to their knees in fear. This was the kind of scaring Riley would do, if she ever went into the field professionally. She would bring her prey down from the inside. Alas, it may not be the best idea for G. She frowned, and rested her hand on his arm, brushing against it lightly. Well, maybe not. I think something of this much importance requires more than just a few minutes of contemplation. I could attempt to plan something elaborate for you, if you have the patience. It may take some time.. but it might be worth your while.
