She was not surprised to hear Théadan comment on how the Khluri had an affinity for jewels, but what did surprise Navia was him stating she had seduced him into loving her. She could tell he meant it jokingly and pursed her lips together while she tried to decide how she wanted to respond to it. In her mind, it made it sound as though he had been coerced into such feelings and it didn’t sit right with her. She knew it was not his intention however, and so remained quiet. Théadan’s touch distracted her from those thoughts and she shifted atop him some when he poured the water down her back, the sensation sending a couple shivers through her. He paired it with a request that she tell him about her dreams sometime and Navia bit down on her lip, wondering how to handle that. She couldn’t tell him about that child with his eyes; not when there could not be such a child for them. It didn’t feel fair to share.<br/><br/>Luckily he moved on, thanking her and moving beneath her in a way that had Navia glancing down at his chest with a brow raised. She had been so distracted by his words and the emotions they had brought up with them that she had not noticed the erection forming between them. A pleased chuckle escaped her upon hearing his suggestion they leave the tub and how everything was affecting him. Happy to make it a little worse for him before they moved on, Navia reached down between them to curl her fingertips around the base of his member. “Splendid, splendid,” she smirked at him, reiterating what the innkeeper had said when she’d pointed out the ‘sweet nothings’ would come later. And how right she had been. With an aggrieved sigh that she had to get up when she was so comfortable lounging in the tub with her lover, Navia rose up to kneel between Théadan’s legs again. She was not yet ready to go though, and instead watched as she let her hand slowly make its way up the growing length until it reached the head of rising out of the water.<br/><br/>Navia’s dark eyes snapped up to Théadan’s face then, locking with the green eyes she had only moments ago been admiring. Filled with heat, her eyes did not waver as her thumb adjusted to swirl over his tip twice. It was tempting to tell him no, that they were not ready to leave the tub just yet. To tell him it would be wrong of her to leave him aroused. But the water was growing cold and they still had the rest of the evening and morning if they chose. So a bright grin suddenly flashed across her face and she removed her touch after a taunting little squeeze of his warm arousal. Navia stood in the tub without warning and carefully went to step out so she could gather towels for them. The water dripped from her, forming a small puddle at her feet as she pressed her face into one of the towels to dry her face. Once she did, she unfurled the towel to wrap around her torso and tossed a second one over to Théadan.<br/><br/>“You know, I don’t plan on showing you off to others in Mandira, but I do think we’ll cause a bit of a wave when he arrive together,” Navia tucked a corner of the towel between her breasts so her hands could be free to fingercomb her wet hair. “Everyone is going to see this battle-hardened, fearsome prince with me, with his rugged looks and pretty eyes. They will marvel that I’ve tamed one of the beastly Mes’Mo’Tanian princes, known for their love of war and destruction.” Navia turned to leave the bathroom then, happy to lead them toward the bed they would share for the evening. She paused in the doorway though, hand resting on the frame, and looked back at Théadan with wickedness sparking in her dark eyes, “I wonder how quickly it will take my peers to realize my battle-hardened prince is as fearsome as one of those lambs from the market?” Oh it was low, but it was fun, and Navia slipped from the room with a victorious grin that she'd gotten him back for the little teases he'd aimed at her.