It was good to hear Navia laugh, Théadan pleased to draw it out of her with that little reminder. As horrible as some of the people in this town had tried to be to them, what harsh things said and done would only be a memory, together they would move on as they always had, drawing strength from each other, lifting their spirits and looking on to what next lay before them. Challenge after challenge had been laid against them, that they were used to it, and knew how to help each other when they felt low. All those people had challenged their relationship before, had only succeeding in strengthening it, and this would be no different. Navia pointed out that jokes aside, it was extremely effective, and it was true, there was no more of an effective way to swiftly put a man to the floor than a swift kick to their groin. Such was the mind numbing effect of it, Théadan had to wonder if the gods intentionally made it that way just so women had an easy target to lay low their physically stronger counterparts in an instant, if they were being harassed as Navia had been.<br/><br/>Hearing what she had thought when he had first joked about it back in the early days of their relationship, when they to overcome their first major issue was intriguing to hear. Navia had always been stubborn, and to know she had forced herself not to laugh out of principle made Théadan grin. He knew it was very difficult to remain angry at someone if they succeeded in making you laugh. Navia had them following a road that took them around the back of the inn, Théadan followed her lead, guiding Wyndagar into walking beside Vari as they looked to leave Puri. Navia rather caught Théadan off guard with her next comment, as she casually asked if he planned on making love to her again today. She was raising an eyebrow at him in question, but his own raised at the swift change in conversation, and the following questions that suggested she doubted it would be the case, though it was likely she was just taunting him a little, especially with how she leaned to whisper as though the horses might over here them<br/><br/>"Plan?" He scoffed and shook his head, finding how far Navia had taken it amusing. "You make it sound as though I'm here scheming how I'm going to lure you into my embrace tonight." It was not the case, she had clearly twisted what he had said to better tease him with it. In response Théadan decided to be very matter of fact, as though he was talking about as natural as the run rising, or rain falling. "No, I'm not planning anything, simply stating a fact. I know us far too well now. Perhaps you'll tease me, or I'll do something sweet for you, or any number of other things might happen to set off that desire in one of us, and then whoever it is will drag the other down with them." He shrugged nonchalantly, purposefully making it seem so natural, so impossible to avoid. "We quite simply won't be able to stop ourselves."<br/><br/>Théadan reached a hand forward to brush a hand against Wyndagar's mane as the horse took him through the streets, the buildings thinning out slightly as they got further away from the centre of the town. "I'm not sure the horses would really care, I can already imagine what Wyndagar would think." He smirked slightly as he leaned forward in his saddle, bringing himself closer to Wyndagar's neck and head, before looking over at Navia, and putting on a voice that he imagined to be horse like, letting out an exhausted sigh as part of his imitation. "They're at it again..." He groaned, before chuckling and sitting properly in the saddle once more. "Regardless of where we make our bed tonight, I'm confident you'll find me irresistible." Théadan said it with a good deal of certainty, grinning at Navia as he spoke, knowing how smug he must have sounded saying such things. "You've just had an entire town telling you you can't have me, and nothing makes a woman want something more than being told they can't have it."