Théadan rounded the corner with his own confidence brimming that she’d been cornered. Navia watched closely, completely aware he was maintaining the same level of caution she was. The suspicious expression told her he still did not trust her not to try to escape again and she was pleased he knew her so well. She could say nothing on it however, it would verbalize her obvious desire to flee once more, but also give him the pleasure of knowing she liked that he knew. Especially when Théadan was purposely pointing out the flaw in her plans, the tone patronizing as he tutted his tongue in a way she had learned he would do when he was pretending not to be pleased with her actions when he was actually amused by them. He did garner a heavy eye roll when he called her predictable though, and she nearly bolted in that moment just to prove him wrong.<br/><br/>His arms came out to block her way however, spreading and planted by his hands flat against the crates on either side of them. Navia’s eyes followed the length of one, then the other, before dropping and trying to assess how much she would have to duck to slip under his arms and make a run for safety. He was speaking though, and had closed the distance between them, so it was difficult for her to try to calculate her chances without him noticing where her eyes were moving. Théadan had stopped close to where she had ended up leaning against the crate behind her and while there was still nearly a foot of distance between them, Navia had tilt her head back to look into Théadan’s smug gaze. He pointed out she had to go through him to escape and she snorted her dislike of the fact, but also that he felt the need to point it out to her. It was all part of the game though.<br/><br/>“Oh, I’m going to tell you the story,” Navia assured Théadan with a little narrow of her eyes, suppressing the urge to childishly stick her tongue out at him. She wanted him to know she would not go back on her word however; she had agreed to the bet so she would, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t delay it and have a bit of fun first. And with the way he was just as provoking as she with his taunting words and confident stance, she knew he was having just as much fun as she. The question was how much more they could push the game before it grew old. There had to be a balance. But he was also taunting her and Navia just could not let that go. Théadan was pointing out what she had said earlier about distracting him next, causing a slow, suggestive smile to pull at her lips at the mention of the memory she had stirred up between them.<br/><br/>“Is that what you would rather me do?” She asked with the raise of her slender eyebrows. Her expression turned sly, her smile catlike as she straightened from leaning against the wall and stepped forward, standing close enough that there was barely a gap between them, not giving them the pleasure of having their bodies brush. Navia looked up at Théadan with searching eyes, unsure of what he wanted from their situation and thusly deciding to give him options. “You’re going to get your story, it only depends on if you want more than that,” she murmured to him, a hand reaching out to slowly brush along the length of one of his arms before pushing to test how firm he was on not allowing her to leave while she smiled up at him, “We’re tucked away where no one will see us, the sailors rarely come down here during the day anyway, and you have me at your mercy. If you wanted, I could be very distracting.”