It came as a surprise to Navia that she managed to escape Théadan’s clutches far enough to vault from the bed and hurry into the center of the room. Once she was far enough away, she spun around to find he was following after her, pointing out she had nowhere to run or escape from him. Glancing around, Navia could see he was right. She could run out onto the balcony, but there was no escape out there either. Briefly she considered trying to scurry into the bathroom nearby, but Théadan was already closing in, already blocking that off with a blanket in hand as if it were a net. She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. They had gone from having a quiet, sweet moment together, to her pretending to be offended by his goading words, to wrestling briefly on the bed…to him trying to catch her with a blanket. It was absurd, but it was just how they were and Navia wouldn’t change one bit of it.<br/><br/>Even though he was trying to catch her and was claiming he was going to make her suffer from all the lusts he had for her, Navia could not keep the bright grin from her dark lips. It was just too fun, he was too fun…but that didn’t meant she was going to let him just have her because he had decided he wanted her. She kept her distance, stepping back when he stepped forward, making sure to step around furniture when needed. She passed the little seating area, ending up closer to the far wall of the room, where a fireplace sat mostly for display than for use, especially during summer months. She did not have much more room to go and eventually had to stop retreating, but that only meant her calculating gaze began seeking out ways to bypass him and perhaps make a run for the bathroom to make her escape. She probably could have worked out a way to get around him, but Théadan distracted her by reminding her how he had originally planned on making love to her.<br/><br/>How that plan had changed, he even admitted to it and spoke of how he wanted to have her, sending a little tremble of desire through her that had her regarding Théadan with a bit more heat in her gaze than humor. “So all that hard work I did tonight, making sure to be sweet to you, complimenting you and making you look good in front of Baiza and Osa, it was all for nothing,” Navia began inching to the right, trying to distract Théadan with her words so she could get closer to the bathroom door. Her gaze remained on him to try to keep him from seeing her plan, her eyes occasionally drifting to the blanket warily so she could try to see if he took a chance to throw it on her. “You were probably never planning on making good on that promise and were just lying to get me to say nice things about you.” Another step over, her body coiled and ready in case he lunged at her and she needed to try to escape. She wanted so badly to portray haughty indifference to all their games, but it was just so amusing that her grin never left while she defied Théadan’s claim to have her.<br/><br/>“That’s probably why you mentioned those Iradocian duchesses, too,” Navia announced, taking another small step to the right, “You knew I would get upset and you would be out of having to reward me! And now you think you can just have me however you want, and that I can just be dragged into all this lust with you.” Which was exactly right, but she couldn’t admit that for the time being; there would be no game. Instead Navia tipped her chin up more in defiance, eyes alight with challenge as she dared him, “Well, I’d like to see you try.” Thinking that might trip him up for a moment, Navia took a chance and bolted forward, hoping to be faster than Théadan and reach the bathroom, only for the blanket to go sailing over her head and darkness to take over. Strong arms came next, clamping around her as she tried to struggle to be free of the blanket, a yelp escaping her before a fit of giggles took over at how goofy they were. She had to fight it though, and continued with the struggling to be free until she had the idea to go limp in her lover’s arms. It was an absolutely juvenile reaction, forcing Théadan to either let her drop to the floor, hold her up, or end up on the floor with her, and Navia laughed evilly from under the blanket.