Oh no, that was exactly what she wanted. To make him think about her and exactly what she was doing. Maybe it was also a mistake to try and fight back like he had, too. There was the old saying about never grabbing a dragon by the tail, though apparently Tine wasn't aware of it. From now on it was going to be all cold shoulder and no reactions. That's what he needed to do. The big problem was, though, that Gerrick Hitzig was to concealing emotions like Orhmur was to petting kittens... even cute ones that turned their head this-way-and-that when you spoke to them like 'Huuuuh? What's that?'
An involuntary shutter ran through him when she said his name. Then, a fear followed it. Would she really get up in the middle of the night and try something so brazen as that? Was that really how low she'd sink? Gerrick got up on his elbows and turned to look at her. "Don't fucking try it. Seriously, I'm giving you a warning." He held up one of his fingers again. "If I wake up with you doing something weird on top of me, I'm going to toss you into the desert. By the hair." Part of him wondered if she'd like that.
"Grrr." He growled menacingly, and frustratedly, as he gave up trying to scare her off from whatever she had planned. Falling in a great heap, he rolled over again away from her and her lovely breasts bare to the sky. Ugh. Damn that woman. "Sleep well, Bliiii-THHHuuh."