[ Übel giggles along at the right moments, and throws in little a gasp or two when it seems appropriate. That winsome smile Musse was talking about earlier is something she can't quite nail, though. Clearly, it's difficult for her to completely soften her features. ]

Oh, goodness. You let none of them escape?

It must be tedious, sometimes. I mean, putting down the rabble when they don't have the proper training or strength to resist. If only there was someone out there...

[ Übel leans in close. With her lips hovering at Musse's ear, she runs a soft hand up her side, then her fingers curl into a sudden grip that matches the timing of her next words. ]

... who could make you sweat.