In some way, her skin is hotter than it should be. Radiating from her blood. Their dream-minds keep the normalcy, keep her from questioning any of this. Rey doesn't want to stop any more than Maketh, and yet...

And yet she smirks.

"Displeased?" Rey feigns incredulity. "You'll do... what, huh?"

Although Rey can't help herself but continue, tempting Maketh with every motion of her touch, she also finds herself tempting. Playful. This is fun. This is new. She likes it; she didn't think she would.