Théadan’s eyes were on her lips while she spoke, so when he stepped closer and their bodies were made to press together enticingly, it came as no surprise to Navia that he would lean in for a kiss. She was ready for it, her expression triumphant that she had enticed him into wanting to kiss her, but Théadan instead whispered to her a refusal. It was not at all what she had expected, causing her to gape up at him briefly before a pout formed on her pretty features. Théadan went on, his words trying to turn the tables on her and succeeding, much to Navia’s disappointment. To say otherwise to what he was saying would not only make her sound demanding, but it would disinterested in helping him heal after harming him. He had her shoes hidden somewhere though; she had to figure out some way to get them back.<br/><br/>“I am not reluctant to agree,” Navia countered, narrowing her gaze at Théadan while her hand continued to gently rub him. She was so tempted to slip into his pants so she could touch him directly, but knew it would not be kind considering there was nothing that could be done if she riled him up too much. The farmer was still just outside the stall they stood in, after all, and Navia did not want Théadan to grow uncomfortable. With that in mind, she drew her hand away and instead slid it around his waist, keeping him closer while she leaned against him and decided she was going to have to give in to their games. Before she could, the farmer’s voice called out to them again, and Navia answered him, her eyes on Théadan while she raised her voice to speak in Khluri to the farmer. He spoke again, humor obvious in the tone of his voice, and Navia laughed with a shake of her head.<br/><br/>“Our friend says I must not deserve my<i>khussas </i>if it’s taking this long to convince you to give them back to me,” she chuckled, glancing over toward the stall wall, where the farmer was on the other side working, “He’s also going to feed Wyn and Vari for us. We’re lucky to have run into someone who is so willing to help us.” After having been run out of a town so recently, finding a Khluri who was friendly toward them was not only relieving, but reassuring. The farmer had come into their lives in the nick of time, not only saving them from what had been a pretty heady thunderstorm, but also showing them once again that there were people in the world who would not despise them for the bond they had forged together.<br/><br/>“I would never want you to suffer anything,<i>kamin</i>,” Navia said solemnly, returning her attention to Théadan and the little game that had cropped up between them, “I would be happy to kiss wherever you were injured, if you were injured, whether I’m the one who caused it or not. And if it was me, then of course I would kiss you until the pain was gone and only pleasure remained.” If anything, it sounded as though he was encouraging her to come up with a new game for them. How many kisses would it take? And what kinds of kisses? And how much pleasure? They were questions that could not be answered unless they found themselves goofing around and him becoming hurt on accident somehow, so Navia actually preferred it if they didn’t answer those questions. She still wanted her shoes though, and instead focused on that. An effervescent smile forming on her full lips, Navia brought both hands up to gently frame her lover’s face and guide him closer to her level. “Okay, we have an agreement and our farmer friend is only going to be so patient for so long,” Navia rose onto her toes to brush her lips against Théadan’s coaxingly, “A pact of such importance can only be sealed with a kiss, so once that’s done, you can show me where my<i>khussas </i>are hiding.” Teasing hadn’t worked, nor had trying to guilt him; all Navia had left her were charms.