Harlequin

*laughs nervously* um... would you like some coffee?

*leans against counter* Black. Just like my soul.

*rolls eyes* smooth talker... *goes back to dusting* now stay still

*closes eyes contentedly* Mmm... this is nice. *tentacle traces her ankle* Though I know a better way you could clean me...

ugh... fine...

*grins triumphantly* Really? *steps closer*

yeah... but first wash your dishes! (licks my spoon)