Théadan chuckled at Navia's little indignant snort from having his wet towel thrown over her head, grinning as she pulled it off. Her retaliation was not immediate though, calmly she placed the towel to one side while she prepared there bed for them. She played up how terrible it was she could not have him announced as her kitten or lamb, as though she may have actually considered it for even a minute. With a flash of a grin Navia was tossing a pair of throw pillows at him, he caught the first at his chest, the second have smacked into his face before falling into his arms, giving Théadan reason to narrow his eyes at his lover and begin thinking up ways to get back at her. She was soon explaining how she had 'planned' on their entrance being, and though Théadan was momentarily distracted by his drifting eyes watching as Navia adjusted how the towel remained in place at her breasts, he did manage to take in an idea of what it would be like when they finally arrived in Mandira. Navia would be announced, and in all likelihood, so would he. Imagining the reaction was the tricky part.<br/><br/>Another pillow was thrown at Théadan, this one he more nimbly prevented by blocking it with the previous two pillows before having to hear how Navia had planned for him to be announced as her 'most loved and loyal kitten.' He had to laugh at the absurdity of it. She loved her games, and teasing him, but he doubted even she would go so far as to play such games in the presence of her kind and countrymen when first introducing him to them all. Something of a real question emerged from all the games though, she quite rightly pointed out they did not want any heralds to talk up his violent past towards Khlurios. She stepped towards him and asked what she should have him introduced as. Her eyes drifted downwards, but it was clear how he was to be introduced was a matter of some importance, and one Navia wanted to get right. Théadan's name in relation to her, would mean a lot, and could well give some idea to the true depth of their relationship for all those that would be there.<br/><br/>As though to encourage him to find an answer more quickly, Navia allowed her fingers to brush over his member enticingly once more. She did not take him into her palm this time though, instead asking him what they were going to do about it, as though he was going to come up with any other method other than them making love. "Well you are the one who got me all stirred up, then fondled '<i>this</i>' until my arousal was at full attention." Théadan replied, wanting more of Navia's touch than just the back of a couple fingers. "So you are going to just have to find a way to help ease it back down to a softer state, unless you want me poking your back throughout the night." With his injury holding him back, there would be far fewer choices, for now Théadan was quite happy to leave his answer ambiguous and not give anything definitive. She was the one who had to 'whip him into shape,' he was quite curious to see just what Navia had in mind to help get him fit again.<br/><br/>Looking down at that fold between her breasts holding up the towel, it was was so tempting for Théadan to just lean down and bite down on the corner of the towel, and disrobe his lover, especially after all her teasing. But for now he left it, he wanted to see what Navia might have in plan. Instead he walked to the edge of the recently made bed, and took a seat on the edge, bringing his down below Navia's height so he had to look up at his lover from a similar vantage point to the one she often had to look at him from. "I would have suggested you have me introduced as your<i>kamin</i>, but then I rather like that name being just for me, not to be heard by others, just for my ears, and my ears alone." He said, feeling somewhat possessive of the name. Théadan always enjoyed hearing her speak that pet name for him, he doubted he would enjoy hearing anyone else refer to him as such. It was theirs, and he had no desire to share it with the rest of the world. Théadan smirked a little as n amusing thought came to mind, he put on his best Khluri accent. "And accompanying the Duchess, her most loved and loyal Kidnapper." He let out a small snort and shook his head. How things had changed since those early days between them. But it was certain to send completely the wrong message. "Can't be having that, perhaps something like your consort?" He suggested  more seriously, hoping to find something that might satisfy them both a bit. "There would be little doubt for where you and I stand, and there would be nothing imposing, nor demeaning about that name, now would there."