Her eyes follow his hand as he toys with the braids she's woven into his hair, and she laughs a bit when he answers her. "Naw, you do enough home invasion and you start to pick up on the kinda places folk like to hide stuff away. Just a matter of knowin' where an' what to look for, and whatcha gotta poke to find somethin'."

Honestly, she had expected him to knock her bare feet away, like usual, so she's a bit surprised for a second there when instead he pulls her closer. The chair is dragged with her a bit, but mostly it's her body that moves; she loses a feather in the startled wing flap as she sinks lower into the chair, her butt right on the edge of the seat now with her shoulders pressed the the back of the chair. She sinks further still when he goes so far as to rub her foot, wiggled toes and a soft purr accompanying her delight.

After a few more seconds she remembers what she was saying and continues it, though. "I just mean I know what you smell like. I ain't about to sniff you down a mile away or fuckin' whatever, but when you're close, I'll know where you are."