A laugh escaped Navia, and she was quickly shaking her head at his suggestion. Théadan knew she wasn't likely to concede quickly, that she would try to find ways to get her shoes back without having to simply give in to what he was asking of her. He watched as her eyes wandered the room once more, presumably hoping to spot the<i>Khussas</i>laying out in the open as if he would be so careless with how he hid them. However her eyes were soon returning to him recognising only through him would she get back what she wanted, which meant either agreeing to what he was suggesting, or working out some sort of compromise. He waited to see how Navia would handle it, she liked her tricks, she liked to play and tease, and he could see her mind at work trying to come up with some sort of solution to turn things around on him.<br/><br/>She moved to stand before him, questioning his phrasing as she allowed a hand to run down his chest in a manner Théadan felt to be seductive. Apparently Navia decided to take issue with how he had implied just one kiss from her would not be pleasurable enough, particularly as sensitive a place as his manhood. Navia pointedly reached down between them, her hand rubbing through the fabric against his still softening member, toying with him. The amusement was clear on her face, as was the deviousness in her eyes as she knew exactly what she was doing by rubbing him in such a manner. She pretended to take offence, played at guilt tripping him with the notion her kisses did not bring him such pleasure, twisting his words and turning it around so she could demand he give her<i>Khussas</i>back to her to make up for it.<br/><br/>It took a great deal of restraint for Théadan to keep himself still from the rubbing of Navia's hand, his own reaching up to cup his lovers cheek. She was tormenting him, which he supposed was fair considering the games they played, but he was inclined to tease her back. Her kisses being the subject of their conversation, his gaze were drawn in by her dark lips, he moved to close the gap between them, leaving barely an inch of space between them, his head tilted to a side, as his lips came close to covering her own. "Not a chance!" He whispered, refusing to give up the whereabouts of her shoes. She would have to try a lot harder if she was going to get the answer out of him like that. "Of course your kisses bring me pleasure, but they would have to over come any pain that you might inflict on me by throwing your shoes around." He said, acting as though he was being completely reasonable despite what he was asking of her. "Perhaps I'll be in too much pain and be numbed to your kisses. How tragic would that be?" He questioned, giving her an imploring look, wanting to turn the table around on her. "Which is why I would need plenty of kisses from you so you could bring life and feeling back to those wounded parts, and I only ask for your kisses because I'm certain your kisses would have a far greater effect on me than any other known treatments."<br/><br/>Théadan was being  silly, though he was certain if Navia was to cause him anything like the pain of having a shoe thrown to the crotch, her kisses would quickly help him get over it. Still he wanted to seize this opportunity her missing shoes had afforded him, and was intent on getting something out of it. If Navia was going to try and guilt trip him for his phrasing, he knew he could match it with something similar. "You seem so reluctant to agree, am I really asking so much of you?" He questioned. "This agreement I offer allows you to still throw things and harass me as I know you love to do, while also encouraging you to kiss me. I would have thought you'd be leaping to agree to it as it would just be win-win." Indeed she loved kissing him, and she loved teasing him, what was not to enjoy in this offer? "Or perhaps I have it wrong?" He mused. "Perhaps you don't really wish to kiss me, perhaps you'd prefer to just leave me to suffer..." He played it up dramatically with a heavy sigh, dropping his head before looking up at her again with a devious grin. "In which case you would deserve to walk around in just your bare feet."