The triumphant expression on her bronzed features faltered as soon as she heard Théadan call her little. It shifted more into a look of irritation he would point out she was too small to take up the bed, but that would change with time. He was also moving closer though, so Navia’s attention shifted defensively as she regarded him coolly, knowing he was just as unpredictable as she was. She was tempted to point out the only reason why she had refused his offer for a massage was because he had brought up dreaming of other women, but Navia was more interested in trying to figure out what Théadan’s play was. He was likely cooking up some sort of plan in that clever mind of his, so he could not be trusted and required her full attention.<br/><br/>Navia grew more suspicious of him as he came closer and to make sure he was not going to steal all her newly acquired pillows from her, she took the time to toss them back to the had of the bed behind her. Théadan approached as she did so, complimenting her with how it would be easy to make a list of why she was better than the other duchesses. A genuine smile in his direction was the only answer she gave to his words, for he was close to the edge of the bed and questioning how she would keep him from taking over the bed. Suspecting Théadan was going to attempt just that, Navia narrowed her gaze at him dubiously. His hand skimmed across the blankets of the bed in front of her and she was tempted to take a swat at it, but kept her own hands resting neatly on her thighs, the fabric of her green dress soft beneath her touch. He was goading her, she knew it, trying to coerce her into making some kind of mistake that would give him the chance to have the upper hand in the dance of a game they’d created.<br/><br/>His hands came to rest on either side of her legs, one of them still holding his pillow, and Théadan’s face was soon on the same level as her own, his gaze challenging as he questioned what she’d be able to do if he laid down. The real answer was that there was likely not much she’d be able to do. Navia had already tried moving Théadan in the past and he was larger, heavier, meaning it would be hard for her to try again. That didn’t mean it was impossible and she was confident that if she really, truly wanted to get Théadan off the bed, she would be able to find a way, even if she had to roll him off it. She could have allowed him to try and shown him she could figure out a way to remove him from her bed, but Navia could not resist rising to the challenge of Théadan’s provoking words. He had come closer, was daring her. It was just another step in the dance.<br/><br/>Her own hands went to press down on the bed and Navia scooted closer to the edge of the bed in one fluid move. It brought her closer to him, invading his space and bringing their faces closer together. A small smirk forming on her lips, her brown eyes studied his green ones to see his reaction before she allowed her hands to slide on top of his own. Fingers light and brushing, they trailed over the back of his hands before Navia’s hands began to slowly skim up the length of Théadan’s muscular, scarred arms in an attempt to scatter his attention. “You would do that?” She asked softly, voice adjusting to feign hurt and surprise, “You would not honor what is mine?” She leaned in closer as she spoke until their noses were brushing and their lips centimeters from each other. She glanced down at Théadan's lips, her own bottom lip catching between her teeth for a moment while she contemplated giving up the games for a kiss. “You would just take—“ Navia paused long enough to graze her lips against his, ever so lightly. “—whatever it is you want from me?”<br/><br/>Before Théadan could answer, her hands abruptly abandoned the attention they had been giving his arms and Navia seized the pillow Théadan had been holding, jerking it free and tossing it behind her to join the rest of the pillows she had collected. “That’s mine now too,” Navia announced proudly, her eyes challenging Théadan to say otherwise.