[ She can be called a good girl if she makes the right moves... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

And there it is again, another modest show of strength on Odette's part, yet Celeste knows this must only be a fraction of what those sculpted muscles of hers are capable of. It's delightful, and she is looking forward to showing her just how much she can take despite her appearance. ]

So we are on the same page, then. Good.

[ A hand comes up to grasp at Odette's chin, perhaps a little harshly, to signal her own strength. It may not be as raw as Odette's, but it is more the graceful, dextrous sort, the firm grip of her fingers and the bite of perfectly manicured nails conveying as much. ]

You do not need to hold back on somebody like me, you know. I am not the sort of comtesse that is made of porcelain.