My perfect lee: Musical.
I love melodious laughter. Full-bodied laughter, with a wide range of highs and lows, and trilling and chirping and... and snorting. Gotta have those snorts.
My perfect ler: Relentless.
I'm describing myself, as well as my ler (who happens to be my lee). As a ler, I'm a bloodhound. Once I catch a whiff of that one tickle spot that sends my lee over the deep end, it's game over. I'll use all of my cunning to tease and manipulate my way through their defenses, just to attack that sweet spot over, and over, and over until they either safe-word out or wet themselves. As a lee, I love that feeling of sheer joyous panic knowing that I'm done for, those delicious seconds before the safe-word involuntarily escapes my lips. Ah, ticklephoria!