Ah, she's riling her up, alright, in more ways than one; with her chin balancing on Dia's slender hands, her heart skips a beat. Dia looks her in the eyes, and Mari's hands worm their way around her back, coming together and resting on her waistline. The shift is night and day as her feverish composure winds down and comes to a jolt, her quick breaths hitching as she gets to soak in the sight.

It's amazing, how quickly one motion, one giggle, can get her to just slow down...well, mostly slow down, her heart is still doing somersaults--

"Really, Dia? You mean I haven't already?"

Mari's already making a plan of attack in her head, mentally locking on to all of the targets she wants to put her lips on; the end of her collarbone, the side of her neck, the mole just above her chin, the tip of her nose...

"Give me two minutes, and you'll forget all about even the thought of those dumb pamphlets."