Oh no. Oh no. She was far too careless, she realizes all too late; she should have known that if she gave Dia an inch, she would take a mile, but she was too caught up in not wanting to floor her that she paid it no mind. She barely registers Dia saying her name, because all of a sudden they're making full eye contact, and Dia is pushing her down onto her back.

Normally, she would make some kind of retort here; at the very least, she'd offer some kind of snappy quip or a comment on how forward she's being. That's what would be expected from her, but a situation like this is absolutely testing unfamiliar waters, and on the one hand, she's interested to see this assertive side of Dia, even if it comes at the cost of her precious advantage, but on the other...

Well, it's been proven over the course of tonight that she can dish out and dish out and dish out, but the second she gets a taste of her own medicine, her knees become gelatin and her arms turn into butter. Dia is pushing her onto her back, and she's far, far weaker in the face of that advance than she could have possibly anticipated. And far be it for her to push her away.

Her hands are still on Dia's breasts, but all she can do from this angle is gulp and stare at her lips.