While Théadan stretched his leg out before him in a bid to ease the cramp in his muscle, Navia was sliding off the seat and submerging herself in the water momentarily, before surfacing and wiping the water from her face. After all his efforts to warm her, to satisfy his lover, the very first thing to come from Navia's lips were more words of mischief, suggesting he was getting old. Théadan didn't like it, the thought of getting old and losing much of his physical ability was one of those few terrifying facts of life that he knew he would have to pass through at some point. Having to hear Navia suggest it, even as a joke resulted in a glare from him, but her hand was gentle on his knee and she was quickly helping to rub away the ache from having spent too long on his knees. He supposed that made up for it.<br/><br/>Her second suggestion that they took it easy on each other next time came with a scoff. They could no more control fervency of their passion for each other, than those times they had tried; and failed, to remain quiet when others might have heard them. The wiggle of Navia's eyebrows suggested she wasn't serious though and she was soon taking his arm to inspect that, worrying he might have bruised or scraped it while protecting her back from the harshness of the wall. Théadan had not really noticed any pain from having done so, his mind had been too focused on his and Navia's pleasure to take notice, but there were no cuts or scrapes, only a slight ache. If a bruise appeared come the morning, it would surely be quite small. "It's fine, don't worry." He said dismissing the notion he might be hurt.<br/><br/>A devious glint passed over Navia's eyes, that one that always struck when a moment of inspiration took her, and she knew just what to say to irk a reaction from him. She pointed to Théadan's water wrinkled fingers as evidence of him getting old laughing to herself as she did, leaving him in a brief moment of shock. Navia was quick to escape out of the waterfall, calling back to him, baiting him further by calling him her old prince, and how it was nearly his bed time. If this was evidence of how the Khluri treated the elderly then it appeared they had no respect for those whose lives were long lived. "I am not!" He called back to her, twisting around in the water, and standing up. His muscle felt better now, though his knees still ached, but it wasn't any real issue, Théadan waded though the waterfall after his devilish lover to seek some way of getting back at her for that.<br/><br/>The spring was still peaceful, the waters calm, and warmer the further from the grotto he strode. Théadan tried his best to chase after Navia, hoping to dunk her beneath the water once more, but she was far more comfortable in the water than he. Instead he would have to resort to baiting her into coming back to him. "That's very nice isn't it. I give you a compliment, and you label me old." He called after her, sounding aggrieved by it all. It was unlikely that alone would bait her into coming back towards him though, feigned grievance would likely just result in her finding another way to tease him. "You're just lucky you're faster in the water than me." But then an idea occurred to Théadan, if Navia had one flaw, it was she had a vain side to her. She knew all to well how beautiful and desirable she was, and that made it such an easy target for his revenge. "But if my bones and muscles are growing weary with age, I should point out to you, my love, that you have a grey hair!" It wasn't true, but she would be straight to a mirror trying to find it, and that felt like ample justice for having labelled him 'old.' "Perhaps I'm not the only one getting old, hmm?"