[Subtle or not, she doesn't care. She's ready and willing to let him take her anywhere he pleases when she's in a state like this. Her shins bump up against the edge of the mattress and Angela just has the barest of clear minds to push her clothes off to the side. A few shirts and a dress slide onto the floor where they'll surely get wrinkled, but once she leans forward onto her hands and braces a knee on the bed, there's nothing else in this world that's important, this very room even, but them.]
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