"...I'm really, really happy you clarified that," Anoki said with a snort, having gone very quiet when he made that statement, "because I was about to run for the hills. And that would be a shame, because your hands are so nice."
She leaned back into him, letting her head fall back against his shoulder as he pulled her back against him, and she sighed and shut her eyes. Absently, she drew her hands up and ran her fingers over the backs of his hands and along his forearms. She couldn't reach much of him like this, but she knew from experience that such simple caresses felt really nice, and that hands and arms were too easily forgotten.
"Mm...you know, that's a good question. I've been with a lot of different people over the years, different body types, and I'm not sure I have a type. Physically, I mean." She gave a light laugh. "Ah, it's going to sound so cliche to say this, but I think I'm most attracted to personality. An attractive person with a foul, selfish disposition instantly becomes hideously ugly, but a kind, attentive person that's plain or awkward instantly becomes about ten times more attractive."
She paused. "That's not to say I'm not totally shallow in a lot of regards, so I guess if I were to answer honestly, from a first impression sort of perspective...well...I suppose I've got a bit of a thing for pretty people, so alright, that's a type. The overly rugged sorts with veiny, bulging muscles thick as trees and forests of body hair don't do it so much for me at first glance. But if they're a sweetheart, I'll swoon."