would that I could

"You did, but I forgive you for it. I think you told me once that words have never been your strong suit," Isla says with a fanged grin, not at all minding. She can't help but raise her eyebrows, though, to hear his thanks, and she leans in to give him a gentle nudge with her elbow. "I didn't think it was all that customary to thank people after that sort of thing," she murmurs, though the mischievous slant to her blue eyes suggests that she's only teasing. "But since we're on the subject... thank you, as well. What happened was - well, I - ...fuck." Isla's laughing now, shrugging her shoulders to him. "I made a bit of a mess of that too, didn't I? What I mean is that I needed it just as much as you did. It had been a long time since I'd been touched by anyone. I'm glad, that it was you." There, that's not too weird, right? Speaking of weird, though. "In what way?" she inquires, pretending that his remark hasn't set more of a silvery blush to her cheeks. Isla the flesh is weak