Adella
Staring at him blankly, Adella could not help but wonder what he was on about this time. "A man might be burning with passion, but I have rarely seen that in such literal form. Alas, I am moreso wondering as to why I have 'not' seen it in the literal form, when you so evidently burst out of your clothes -quite- literally." Almost carrying with it something of a scrutinizing undertone, Adella instinctively moved her upper body back a little, when he pulled her closer to him by her waist, which was roughly on the level of his chest to begin with.
When he then did his best to bring his face closer to hers she could not help but sigh, in discontent:"Dear man, must I really ask you, whether you are trying to court me?" Her otherwise relaxed, calming voice rang with a faint note of annoyance this time, Adella shook her head a little to get it out of the way of his greedy fingers. "No, I would not die. But I would be breaking a promise I am not willing to break." With that she'd give his face a "gentle" shove, trying to get him away from her.
"Now... if you would refrain from further grasping me in such an act of uncalled for skinship, I would greatly appreciate it..." It was not even that she disliked his appearance, but she barely knew the man. This was entirely too... harsh and impolite. Such indecency was nothing she wanted to bear for no apparent reason. Not to mention that she'd not be able to get anything out of a bout of physical pleasure one way or another... such an inscrupulous man...