Ever since meeting Troy, she had always enjoyed her time with him. Flirting with him came easy and felt natural â€" almost as if they were just meant to be with one another. But Amelia knew his thoughts on her species, so she assumed they had no chance at a real relationship. However, she did enjoy flirting with him and enjoyed spending time with him, so she would continue. When he said that she could show him how much she enjoyed talking dirty, she had ever intention to do so one day.

While she enjoyed the foot massage (which truly felt pretty amazing), she took a bit of burger, almost choking on her bite when he spoke. She couldn't help but laugh at his words. "Is that how you feel? Inferior?" She was only teasing and if the topic hadn't changed to her past, she would have continued with a little dirty talk with perhaps some little sexual play.

However, the conversation did not stay light and fluffy. Before long they were talking about her past and her hunger had subsided. Despite all that had happened in the last few nights, she was happy that he hadn't gone anywhere. He had stuck around to be a shoulder for her to cry on. While she wasn't one who liked crying...especially on someone else, she was flattered that he would still stay and offer her one when she needed it. "As you can tell...I don't do well with extreme emotion. Call it my flaw." She didn't mind feeling, but it was when those feelings got too deep that she tended to shirk away.

She sighed softly as he continued the massage of her legs. It felt good, especially along the scar from her wound with the poisoned arrow. That damn thing was still causing her pain every now and then, so the massage felt nice for once. But now it was his turn. "Eat your food before it gets cold." Her voice was dominating, not taking no for an answer. She handed him his own burger before she pulled behind him and wrapped her legs around his waist. She was glad she was wearing a pair of jeans â€" something she could really move around in. Hands moved to his shoulders as she began to massage the knots found there. After she kneaded out a knot, she would press her lips to the spot, soothing away the discomfort with a kiss. There was a very large portion of her that wanted to sneak up behind him and whisper something dirty into his ear, but she wasn't sure if that would be entirely appropriate in their rather innocent afternoon.