There were definitely the tell tale signs of desire in Navia's body language, the way her eyes tracked him, occasionally taking in more of his physicality, there was a longing there to feel him against her once more, she even trembled a little at his more direct approach than usual. He knew Navia enjoyed it when he occasionally let gave completely into his instincts, and the primal desires his body so often yearned for whenever they played their games. Right now however Navia continued to play the victim in their little game, using the truth of his request for her to talk well of him and be sweet and kind in front of Osa and Baiza, then twisting it to make it out as though he had always planned for it to be the case. That she had gone through all the effort to be sweet and kind only to find no reward on the other side.<br/><br/>Théadan was tempted to point out she made being sweet and kind sound like such a chore for herself, that it wasn't even in her natural disposition, but she was moving on before he could tease her for it, deciding he had lied and had no intention of giving her the reward she was owed. That was certainly not the case, it had just been delayed until for the time being in favour of this spur of the moment. Navia was not about to stop there however, she pushed this version of events she was creating yet further, deciding the Iradocian duchesses were even a part of a plot by him to evade giving her a massage at all. Théadan had to laugh at that, even as Navia tried to make it sound as though she would not, and was not falling into this lust that was building, that he wouldn't be able to have her how so ever he desired. Her chin raised, the bit of defiance in her eyes he so loved to see as she challenged him into proving whether he could take what he wanted from her.<br/><br/>Navia made the first move, trying to dart towards the bathroom before he could react to her, but Théadan had hunted before, he was used to the last ditch attempt at escape, and knew when to throw his net over his prey. Navia ran, and he threw the blanket up in front of her so it would fall down on top of her head. She yelped and giggled as his arms quickly closed in around her, holding the blanket around her so she had less room to escape and pull it off. Twist and turn as she might, she would not escape his grasp, and she'd likely sooner get herself turned around. Feeling in control of the situation now, Théadan had begun to guide her back towards the bed while they struggled and laughed together at their silly little game, only for Navia to suddenly change tact, and rather hold herself up while she struggled, she went limp in his arms, forcing him to stop and try to gather her up or they would be sent tumbling to the floor.<br/><br/>Beneath the blankets it was difficult for Théadan to even know where he was holding Navia, making it all the more difficult to get a good grip to try and lift her up and carry her to the bed. With her purposefully going limp and trying to slump to the floor, Théadan had little choice but to concede he would not get them to the bed, but that he would just have to take her right there on the floor with the blanket their only bedding. "How terrible this must be for you." Théadan finally said in reply to all Navia's protests and her version of events. "Lied to, betrayed, then to be taken by me however I so please." He dragged the blanket and Navia to the floor, using his body weight to push Navia down so he could be on top of her once more. He could not see her yet however, the blanket remained between them, all that was exposed of his lover was her toes. "I guess you'll just have to think of a way to get back at me." He suggested to her between laughs as his hands gave the blanket a squeeze, wondering what part of Navia he had beneath his hands.<br/><br/>Théadan reached for one of the ends to the blanket, peeling it back to begin uncovering Navia beneath him. He found an arm, which his finger briefly caressed the skin of her forearm, before pulling back more of the sheets to reveal her dress, and eventually her pretty face. He took the opportunity to straddle Navia, being sure to make it extra difficult for her to escape this time without him being able to catch her. Théadan grinned malevolently down at her, feeling victorious for having captured her, he sat back a little to look down at his lover, his hands moving to her hips stroking her sides before up more centrally to roam over her breasts before he leaned forward and brought himself back closer to her just as his hands cupped her cheeks, leaving their lips merely inches apart. "Before you go seeking a way of getting back at me however, first I'm going to have my way with you," He said it confidently, a greediness there as he declared it, but he so wanted Navia to enjoy every moment of it as much as he. Théadan brought his lips down upon hers to have the satisfaction of another deep kiss. As their tongue and lips merged, his hands slipped from her cheeks down to her shoulders to begin loosening her dress for what he had planned. When their lips parted, the lust was apparent in  Théadan's eyes. "-and I'm not going to stop until I have you crying out my name as I make you cum."