There was not much space left between Navia and Théadan, with her back against a crate, and him having made the final step to close the distance between them, he could happily stand and loom over her a bit. He wanted to give the impression there was no chance of escape, that any attempt would be scuppered by his greater strength, and practiced hand. Though really Navia looked more amused than anything, but then she was enjoying herself and the games they played. She did make an effort to assure him that she would tell him the story though. He didn't truly doubt it, he was sure Navia would happily find ways to delay it, but would eventually come good on her side of the bargain, Théadan suspected it was largely up to how long they could get away with playing these games for first.<br/><br/>Navia questioned if having them a panting heap on the floor was what he rather have her do. It caused an uncontrollable smirk to spread across his face, one he tried to hide with feigned innocence - she knew him far too well. As though to tempt the idea that she had originally roused in his mind, she stepped forward from the crates, a mischievous glint in her eye. She was close, very close, but missing that last little shift forward that would have their bodies touch, and likely ignite some of the lust that often found them when they were alone together. Théadan had been keeping his chin up, trying to keep his imposing figure on her in case she had any ideas of escaping, but the look in her eyes caused his chin to dip so he could take her in better, read her expression and better see the intent behind her words through her eyes. She would tell him her story eventually, but as she pointed out, it depended on whether he wanted more than that.<br/><br/>Her hand touched his arm, brushing down the length, then he felt her give a little testing push. Théadan remained unyielding, he would not give an inch if he didn't have to. Navia's seductive voice pointed out how hidden away they were, that the sailors were unlikely to come, and she was '<i>at his mercy</i>.' He only need to want her to be distracting, and of course that was something Théadan desired. He did so enjoy Navia when she took on a playful mood like this. "From you Navia, I always want more." He replied, taking a moment to look over his lover more appreciatively. He remained a little cautious, she could be so very tricksy at times. There remained a good chance she would try to bolt if he lowered his guard too far. Oh but she was so very tempting, especially after he had been riled up not too long ago, only to be denied by the arrival of whales. "So long as you are quite certain we won't be discovered by any of the crew, I would very much like to see just how distracting you can be."<br/><br/>One of Théadan's hands lowered from the crate, taking its place at her hip instead, and the other made a similar move but to her waist. Like this he had a hold on her, and while enjoying holding his lovers body, he could also feel a little more assured she wouldn't be able to escape his hands. "As for what I would rather do..."He brought their bodies together, closing that last little bit of distance so their abdomens could touch, and he could feel the warmth of her breasts pillowing against his chest as he looked down at his lover, desire in his eyes. "I did get so rudely yanked around an hour ago." He reminded her. There were many things Théadan would not forget, be it wagers, or the promise of there being time for missed opportunities at a later date. "My lover flirted with the idea of dragging me into a quiet corner of this ship and dragging me to the floor, only to stop before our fun could begin." His hand rose to her chin and tilted her to look up at him, so their lips could be mere inches apart, but he could not resist teasing her just a little bit more. "I think she's starting to rack up quite a debt, don't you?"