He was imitating his horse again, a goofy act that tickled her into laughing again despite the incredulous façade she’d been trying to keep. It reminded her of the times Théadan had tried to mimic the voices of others, especially her own, a behavior others would probably never guess he would partake in, which made it all the more endearing to her. The affection that filled her as Théadan smirked at her and sat back up was the cause of her grinning at him while he went on to describe how he could gauge her reaction to some moments despite often being a mystery. He even continued on to insist he knew what he was saying was true and while she assumed it was her pride causing her, Navia could feel her mood beginning to sour over such a conversation.<br/><br/>Her expression cooled some, shifting from the more jovial expression Théadan’s horse-acting had brought out in her, Navia pursed her lips together while she listened to him point out some key aspects in her personality. She started to object to it, not liking that he was saying that was the only reason she would want him, but Théadan went on to feign vanity when he listed the other reasons why and laughing about it. She wasn’t sure why he was laughing, she considered him to be all those things and more, but Théadan was pushing on. It seemed he wanted very much to make sure it was obvious he was right in the conversation they were having, which Navia knew was likely due to the both of them being opinionated and comfortable enough with each other to share them. In her mind, there were flaws in his logic however. As they grew nearer to the jungle’s fringes, where they would once again be enveloped in humid heat and lush greenery, Navia debated on where to start with him.<br/><br/>“First of all,” Navia drew out the words before smirking at Théadan, “You make a very cute Wyndagar, but he would probably be mortified if he knew you were putting words in his mouth. He’d probably like very much to sleep next to one of us.” Shrugging, she glanced down at Vari, considering whether the horse would mind or not. They were getting closer to her, but she still was not quiet as comfortable with them as Wyn was. “And while I agree I do feel the need to be defiant to those who try to dictate what happens in my life, I cornered you last night immediately after those men had confronted us. We were caught up in the moment. Unless we come across someone else who wishes to speak their distaste of us, that moment has passed. If I made love to you tonight, it would be for no other reason that I love you and you are a pretty, smart, funny and thrilling man.” She batted her eyelashes at him with a bright grin then, happy to give him a bit of satisfaction that she’d agreed with his own descriptions of himself.<br/><br/>“As for you saying that me choosing not to have sex with you tonight is predictable because you said we would and I want to prove to you otherwise, I have to wonder if you’ve had an ulterior motive in all this talking then,” Navia raised an eyebrow Théadan’s way, “By saying we were going to have sex tonight, you predicted I would be aversive to it, simply because I’m stubborn and won’t do what others want me to do.” He was often an exception to that aspect of her personality too, but Navia did not point that out, instead wanting further clarification of his claim it was predictable she would refuse him. “So if that’s the case, then it appears you have knowingly gotten me to say I don’t wish for us to have a passionate evening. To me, that implies you outsmarted me because you don’t want to have sex with me tonight and you twisted it to get out of admitting it. So tell me,<i>kamin, </i>why don't you want to?”