[ The spider walks fingers up to his knee. While its other arms and horribly long legs... move, all of them, oddly-jointed and horrible. He twitches away, and the hiss makes him actually shiver in horror, even as he goes spectacularly red and furious at the word foreplay. ]
No! I— I am not insisting, I, I am not interested. You can't—
[ Touch him? Devour him? Keep leering? He's lost track of what terrifying fate awaits him here, but they are all equally horrible. Jon just hisses out a little frustrated breath. ]
I'd thank you to stop touching me.
[ Or almost-touching. Or looking with intent to touch. ]
no subject
No! I— I am not insisting, I, I am not interested. You can't—
[ Touch him? Devour him? Keep leering? He's lost track of what terrifying fate awaits him here, but they are all equally horrible. Jon just hisses out a little frustrated breath. ]
I'd thank you to stop touching me.
[ Or almost-touching. Or looking with intent to touch. ]