[ Her eyes aren't nearly ass good as Ikaros'; she doesn't notice that the toy is phallic until it's thrown. The toy rolls up her way and she can finally, finally make out what it's supposed to be. Now Kassandra hardly ever uses tools in her intimate hours, but never would she judge any one who likes to. ]

Oh. I wasn't interrupting? [ Said and she steps toward her; in the process, she taps the toy out of the way with her boot. it's not as hard as she was expecting it to be; much more realistic than she's ever known toys to be. But perhaps that's a discussion for another time. ] Uh— rocks are fine, I suppose.

[ There's a language barrier here. Actually, it's making Kassandra hyper aware of her speech... what language are they speaking in? Cue temporary existential crisis... especially at being called a lass, at that. Well, she's been called far worse. ]

I was expecting a lot more fight, [ She admits with a hint of a laugh. ] But it is nice to take a night off for once. People like me don't often get a break with a pretty woman.