If you had the ability to do one any action with my body, what action would it be?

You notice the petite frame first — compact, deliberate, built like something meant to be held firmly in both hands.

You feel the pull before your mind catches up, that specific gravity that comes from proportions perfectly sized for your grip, your mouth, your weight pressed down.

You let your eyes trace slowly, unhurried, cataloguing every curve that fits neatly against your palm — and the question hanging in the air makes your answer rise immediately, instinctively, without hesitation or apology.