"Eh?" Lillian froze. "What do you mean by that?" She asked in confusion. But she was left without an answer, for Marionette had gone silent.
But she did get a response, though, although not verbally.
Lillian felt Marionette's arms, around her waist, tighten their hold on her to a... Frightening degree.
Pat. Pat. Pat.
Lillian patted her head with a shaky smile, "H-hey...! I know you like doing this, but it's getting a bit tight no—"
She then shivered as she felt Marionette shuffle around. The Assassin slowly left her neck and moved towards Lillian's ear, brushing against it deliberately.
Just like what Lillian did to her, she blew hot air into hers, causing her to shiver. She then called out her name in a breathy voice:
"Lillian..."
"Y-yeah?"
Marionette then went silent for a moment before whispering in an almost possessive tone:
"... You are... Mine, right?"
