[Well it certainly doesn't stifle the laughter on her part, at least, half-cringed as her chin drops down to try and block him off from snorting against her skin. Her collar at least blocking off some of it, though the scrape of teeth he follows it up with helps ease her back off the defensive, helps her relax her spine so that her weight rests in part against the high point of his hip bones while the rest stays supported by the wall itself.

But he hasn't dropped her to retrieve the mask - there's something peculiarly charming about that, despite the fact that she'd never begin to expect it. And it means her nails at his scalp are more a comfort than just dug-in pain to spur him on.]

--Mm. Speaking of, you really ought to pay a visit to Lynchwood sometime. [She rolls against him, using leverage to apply pressure. He wants anticipation, he can have it.] I killed this guy the other day? Choked him out with barbed wire. Real slow.

And just-- the noises he made, I swear-- [Guess who's amused by her own inside joke enough to be on the verge of laughing again? Just guess.]