"Trying to get some better leverage?" Amaya teased, as she went back on the bed, because she couldn't quite let that one pass her by, even though she figured, at this point, if Seivarden did use her new position to her advantage, she'd likely go tumbling backward onto the floor from the force of the glove's eventual release. She squirmed a little underneath that straddle, getting a bit more comfortable, reminding herself of what they were up to before they got all distracted by gloves.

She was more than willing to forfeit the issue of removing her gloves for now, though, in favor of something she imagined would be a bit more successful, employing those still-gloved fingers to to task of taking off Seivarden's jacket.

And if that wound up giving them trouble, too, well...then...zards. It'd be a shame to have to go get the scissors...