"Mm," Rose responds in a distracted hum. Banter can wait a few seconds; she's taken great interest in mapping out the exact shape of Pearl's knuckles with her lips. Even once she's done she doesn't break her mouth away, instead dragging it over pale skin as she turns Pearl's hand around.

She seeks out her pulse point, covering it with kisses before simply lingering there, to feel the soft thrum of life beneath her lips. Their bodies might be a mere construction, but to Rose they feel no less real. Real in ways, even, their original forms can't quite contain.

"I didn't mean literally, you silly little thing," she murmurs into her palm, smiling.