The arm around her waist was Vanille's cue to cuddle closer, and she did, half-draping herself across Fang's lap, resting her head against Fang's chest. She'd always been what some people might describe as 'touchy-feely,' especially with Fang, so she didn't register much difference, aside from the fact that it somehow felt more pleasant - warmer, maybe.

When the last notes of Fang's line died out, Vanille came in again with the next.

"I walk, steady on my feet... I talk, my voice obeys me..."

She raised her arms to loop them around Fang's neck, reveling in the pleasant, electric sensation that seemed to occur wherever they touched. She couldn't recall ever feeling like this before, but with her mind made hazy by the flowers and the song, she wasn't in the mood to think on it too much. Whatever it was, it was good, and Fang seemed in a much better mood. Why question it?