"When I got a mosquito bite as a kid, I had to cry for a long, long time, and I was really scared of the pain ...." She shifted her body slightly and pressed the side of her face against Jeff's shoulder, spraying her nose on the side of the man's neck as she spoke, "So don't do this to me, okay?"
The other man's oppressive aura tightened slightly, clearly enjoying Elaine's proactive closeness, the corner of his mouth ticked up a little, "Of course I know you're scared of pain ...."
She then went along with it and begged in a voice that was a degree softer, "Don't get a tattoo, okay? I'm really scared ..."
She didn't feel the hand squeezing the back of her neck loosen, and Jeff didn't budge a bit: "Be good."
Elaine simply pouted and said, "You're not being nice to me right now, I hate you."