After the fiasco that was Tabby trying to settle herself onto Roswell's lap like an overgrown dog, Brown gently massaged the upper part of the leidsman's leg and teased, "At least I fed her eventually, mm? I do apologize for her getting so excited, though. I do not normally see her like that unless someone had food along with them, but..." She trailed off, again biting down a laugh while shifting her gaze over to the slightly tattered edges of Roswell's pants. Rude. "... Maybe she just likes your clothing taste," the aristocrat quipped while reaching a hand out to gently stroke the leidsman's cheek.
"I can replace it if you want," she attempted to reassure the leidsman while letting out a restrained chuff, "I do have the money for that, and perhaps an upgrade. For that, and the rest of your outfit, really." Was... Was that a diss? She didn't even seem all that interested in Roswell's open shirt anyhow, instead skipping her gaze directly from the pants to his face. "But only if you want that, otterface. Consider it a way for me to return the favor, mm?" Brown leaned in slightly while her fingertips started to curl slightly around his hair.
"Besides, it's not like I want to learn 'shit' in Starq anyhow. I would much rather prefer something like 'love' or 'kiss,' as you mentioned earlier, honeycomb. Starq is such a lovely language anyhow; I would hate to waste my vocabulary on something as vulgar as that." Oh, thank the Void for that clarification. Maybe. On the other hand, there was no denying that Brown would somehow learn a Starq expletive in time, but... Not now.
For now, in fact, the aristocrat leaned back juuuuust a bit so that she could properly cup Roswell's head and tease, "But look at you, otterface! I think you might be a bit too exhausted for that sort of thing at the moment!" Her hands moved up so that she could properly comb her fingers through his locks- His lard-soaked locks, mind you. Eeeewww. Brown... What are you doing... "Did poor Roswell get his ass kicked by Tabby?" cooed Brown while essentially massaging Roswell's temples with her fingers, "Do I have to lull him to sleep like a baby, so that he can sleep the ache away?"
Which would've been a funny witticism if she planned to ditch his ass as soon as he fell asleep. The problem was that Brown seemed firmly planted on the couch, and the likelihood of the leidsman leaning onto her if he dozed off just... Made the idea of leaving him behind a bit of an asshole move. Congratulations, Roswell. You're a cat now. Fall asleep on Brown, and she might as well become a statue.
So, with a slightly awkward sigh, the middle-aged aristocrat leaned in again so that she could give him a peck on his forehead. Then, a few seconds later, she moved in for a peck on the tip of his nose- Brown. Honey... And a few seconds after that, she pecked him on the lips. Ew! At least this shit wasn't in a public place.
"Whatever," she eventually sniffed while continuing to rub her fingers through his hair, "just make yourself comfortable, otterface. I'll let you know if something comes up, all right?" Brown paused to curl some of the less lard-slicked bits around her fingertips, humming to herself in the meanwhile. With a flutter of her lashes, the virago crooned in a slight trill, "I brought in the fruit bag in case Tabby comes here again. So don't worry about your leg, and do not ask me to sing you a lullaby. It's not worth it, really."
@ NP: it does take a bit for Brown to get physically exhausted, but she's prone to overworking herself in her digs/fights at times!! the same goes for mental exhaustion, which usually stems from day-to-day activities but may also include residual trauma from her earlier years. either way, expect her to be fairly snappy or defensive if this is pointed out; she'll only really relax around your character if she already trusts them, or if they're a cat/feline. u_u
you can go creative for your response though!! dw about sticking 100% to the notes if you don't want to-
NP maaaay also get a follow-up if I have the time!!