Delirium ignored the shirt he had thrown down, she had completly forgot that she had taken it off and allowed his head to drop down onto her thighs. His head pushed up her skirt and she unconsciously smoothed it down and stroked his hair as he drifted off. She smirked at his comment and let her fingers preen his hair.

"No I'm not," Delirium murmured staring up at the sun.