A devilish little laugh escaped Navia when Théadan accused her of something like extortion or blackmail and she shrugged while grinning up at him. His laugh over it warmed her and she wanted to tease him more to hear him laugh again, but he was mimicking her voice poorly to turn the tables on her and she had to scoff. “I do not sound like that,” she groused as if it bothered her, when really it was entertaining to listen to Théadan attempt a Khluri accent, even if it was to tease her. He distracted her before she could do much more on the matter though, stepping closer and allowing his hands to find her waist and draw her in. Navia grinned up at him as he did so, liking how he was wanting to pull her closer even after she’d been toying with him.<br/><br/>A massage was not what she had expected him to offer. Navia hadn’t really known what Théadan would think to use as a reward for her, but the idea of him giving her a massage was a welcome surprise. As if she needed it, he seemed to try to entice her further by skimming a hand along her bare back in a hint of what his hands could do for her later if she behaved. “Mmm…” She sighed, shifting closer so she could have the pleasure of his body pressing against hers and his hand drifting. She had not thought of how the baby’s growth could start to cause her body aches though, and she frowned slightly while Théadan spoke of how he could help alleviate those aches. Her hands went to rest on his chest when he leaned in more and she thought of what else would happen to her body until his lips covered hers. The kiss was brief but enough to bring her attention back to him and she smiled as his lips brushed over her cheek, her hands gripping his shirt lightly.<br/><br/>A small wanting sigh escaped Navia upon hearing what Théadan would finish rewarding her with that evening if she spoke nicely of him. “It does,” she confirmed when asked if it sounded desirable, her dark eyes gazing up into his pretty green ones before she smiled up at him and rose onto her toes to press her lips to his own. It was a simple kiss, warm and curved with her smile. “Slow and sweet,” she agreed, thinking of how nice it would be given the rushed, primal way they’d had each other earlier. Happy to keep from getting into trouble with him, Navia stepped back and helped him smooth his shirt if she’d crumpled it at all. “Baiza should be easy enough to keep the conversation about you nice,” she chuckled as she turned to start toward the doors, “I think Osa is looking to try to ruffle your feathers a bit, so that’s when I’ll have to strive to behave.”<br/><br/>The dining room was another room of white, though gold accents in the chairs and linens broke up the stark coloration. It was a long, narrow room with the main focal point being a table that could have sat twenty, but was set for three. Floor to ceiling windows made up the far wall, giving a view of the springs the spa relied on, including the little grotto they had explored in the distance. With evening upon them, the light that came through the windows was dying, but the room was lit both by torches on the walls and two large crystal candelabra on the table. An opulent chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling, glittering in the torchlight. Baiza sat at the end of the table, framed by the windows, her long dark locks were loose around her shoulders, that single gray streak of hair running along the left side of her face. She wore another white gown, simple in nature but elegant all the same, just as Navia had begun to expect from the woman. Despite her sharp features, the woman smiled kindly at them both and stood to welcome them, gesturing to the two places set on the table at either side of her.<br/><br/>“Please, come sit,” Baiza offered, waiting until Navia sat before gesturing for Théadan to do the same. He was a prince after all, perhaps not from her country, but respected him and so she yielded to him. Their table settings were already laid out for them, but no food was on the table yet. The moment Baiza sat again however, a small door to her left opened and two attendants dressed in white entered with trays in hand. “I trust you had an enjoyable day?” Baiza asked as bowls and plates of food were set on the table before them, “Was the beach as you remembered,<i>Sitvati</i>?”<br/><br/>“Please, Baiza,” Navia offered her patient smile, but her voice was insistent, “You called my mother by her name, I wish you would do the same for me.” When the other woman nodded her understanding, she glanced at Théadan with a smile and went on, “The beach was beautiful, just as I remembered. Mes’Mo’Tan does not have beaches like ours, nor is it warm enough to swim in its seas, so I taught Théadan to swim.” Baiza gestured for them to take whatever food they wanted while she spoke, Navia obediently picked up a bowl with a stew of chicken and potatoes in it. She added some to the bowl sitting atop her plate, then held it out to Théadan with a sweet smile that hinted a bit too obviously of innocence, “He was an excellent pupil and had nearly perfected his technique before we returned to the shore for a break.”<br/><br/>“Oh? You learned to swim that quickly?” Baiza asked Théadan with her eyebrows raised, “It often takes people at least a few days to learn the most basic techniques. In fact, I seem to remember Niemah frustrated the<i>Sitva</i>—er, Navia was having trouble learning after nearly a week of the same lessons over and over.”