Théadan dismissed her moment of worry they could run out of passion for each other in the sweetest of ways, telling her he gained too much pleasure from being with her. It made her grin, but it faltered slightly when he mentioned them growing old. It was of course what she wanted, to have a lifetime with him where they would slowly grow old together, but Navia was just vain enough to not like the sound of her glossy black hair going gray. She nearly protested it, but Théadan was pulling them closer to each other so he could move on from cleansing her chest of the oil to doing the same for her back. “Mmm,” she nearly purred when he ran the cloth along her spine, his chin falling to rest on her shoulder. Navia wiggled a little closer, her hands continuing to smooth over his own back, washing away the oils she’d spread over muscle and scar.<br/><br/>More pleasing words came, as did a bite to her shoulder that had her chuckling and shifting against him, her face dropping down to nuzzle into his neck affectionately. She always loved when he used his teeth on her, but Théadan was pairing his tempting behavior with words so perfect to hear. Navia wanted to return his affections and provoke him like he said he expected from her, but he was pulling back and questioning what they should do next. Navia straightened from snuggling up with him with a disappointed sigh, her hands loosening and sliding down from his back to rest at his sides. He seemed satisfied she was clean of all the oil, and while she mostly was as well, her gaze wandered along his chest and up until it settled on his black hair. It had a telling glisten to it that hers had lost from when she had sunk down so low in the tub. A smirk first settled on her full lips before Navia shrugged casually in response to what else they could do for the evening.<br/><br/>“We could relax here a little while longer,” Navia agreed easily while adjusting the way she sat in the tub. She pulled herself up to kneel before him, giving herself just a bit more height so they were nearly eye to eye. “You could tell me more of how enticing my body is to you or better yet, show me,” she paused long enough to wink suggestively at Théadan and chuckling before pausing to think of what else they could do with all the time they had left of their evening. “Or if you happened to pick up ink with that new journal or our pretty quills, we could write the first entry in our shared journal,” she went on, thinking of more options for them, “We could always take advantage of the first decent bed we’ve had in weeks and go to bed early.” All were ideas Navia was happy to partake in; she was likely to always be willing to go along with however Théadan wanted them spend their time.<br/><br/>There was one slight problem with moving on with their evening however, and it was one Navia intended to rectify. She hadn’t moved onto her knees to face him better, but to make it easier to reach his hair. “But before you decide whether you like any of my ideas or share any of your own, we have to fix your hair,” and she was already moving to do so, her hands cupping together between them and scooping up water before rising above his head. “It has oil in it from when my hands were running through it,” Navia explained so he understood what she was about to do. That didn’t stop her from grinning mischievously when her hands parted above his head and the water was dumped down into his hair. Or from laughing when it doused his hair and face, small rivers of water forming on his cheeks and nose. Navia went to repeat the action, giving a dissatisfied little cluck of her tongue as she shook her head, “It’s still there.” So she carried more water above his head, released it again, and ran her hands through his hair to spread the water through it. The oil washed away easily enough and Navia split her attention between studying Théadan's features and making sure to remove all the oil from his hair, enjoying how it brought her closer to him.<br/><br/>Though there had been a reason to pour water over him to help remove the massage oil, a new game was forming in Navia’s mind and with a evil little laugh, she bent to do it once more, her dark eyes dancing with humor as she unceremoniously dumped another scoop of water over Théadan’s head.