Movement was slow for Théadan, he could block the paths down the aisle of crates easy enough, but Navia definitely had the advantage on him here. He would occasionally hear her moving around, the sound of her brushing against a crate would catch his ear and draw him to a location, but by the time he arrived she was long gone. Trying to out pace her through the crates and catch up to her was proving to be a hopeless task. As though to taunt him further, her voice reached him from somewhere behind him, a direction he had previously been when he had come to this spot to chase after a sound. Her voice was filled with a mock hurt, overly dramatic and her 'pain' made to sound so much worse than what it was, not that she was feeling any to begin with. Again he was moving and chasing after her in the direction he had heard her, grunting a little as he squeezed between a more narrow set of crates.<br/><br/>By the time he arrived she was gone again, and a taunting voice rose to continue her facade of being hurt, he moved down a row of crates trying to at least catch a glimpse of her, trying to remain quiet so as at least to get the drop on her, or hope to turn a corner and bump into her where he could use his strength to keep Navia from getting away. There was to be no such luck for Théadan, quite the opposite in fact. While slipping down an aisle he suddenly felt a hard slap to his rear, making him jump and turn in time to see the locks of Navia's dark hair escaping out of reach and around a corner. Here she was faster, she could be more agile, she knew her way around and damn it she had learned from him how to sneak up on her 'prey.'<br/><br/>"Proper indeed!" Théadan called after her, rounding the crates he had seen her slip down but she had already vanished, long gone from view, and likely trying to find a way to sneak around behind him once more to do the exact same thing. Théadan could imagine the smirk on Navia's face, and the feeling of victory she felt for having snuck up behind him and swat him like that. She sure made it hard work to earn his reward for the bet, he was certain this was more than going to make up for losing the bet in the first place in her mind. "What kind of Duchess slaps the rear of the man she loves?" He called to her, seeing if she would bite. At least then he would hear where she was and have a rough idea where he could find her. But then she would just move on again and be long gone before he ever got there. "You may have grace among these boxes, but proper you are most certainly not!"<br/><br/>He needed a plan. Navia was using some of what he had taught her against him, but he had not taught her everything he knew. If he thought of the crates as terrain, and Navia the one he was hunting, there had to be a way to turn the tables on her. This place was ideally suited to her slimmer frame, he could not hope to keep up for speed. She had a couple weaknesses though, now that she had managed to swat his rear, she was sure to be brimming with confidence, likely overconfident, so more likely to take risks, which is where the second weakness came, she would surely want to do it again just to rub it in. There was one thing for it, Théadan knew he had to create a trap for his lover. Trapping was something he had never gotten around to teaching her on their journey, but now was as good a time as any to give her an example. He had his bait in the shape of his behind, but location was important too. Théadan backtracked to an aisle of crates he had seen, they gradually narrowed into a path that even Navia would have trouble squeezing down. If she went down there, he might be able to catch up. Opposite was a dead end, if he could drive her down into choosing between these two paths he could catch her, he was sure of it, but it would mean giving her another free hit at his behind. He would just have to repay the favour to her later however.<br/><br/>Théadan stepped back from this aisle, and began to move himself into a position where he could turn the tables on her and drive her down into them. Rounding a set of crates, and putting himself into a position that would give her ample opportunity to sneak around behind him, he threw out an extra taunt to try and lure her back in. "You're enjoying this far too much to shed any tears!" He called out listening to see if she would respond, "If anything you'll be telling me your embarrassing story while trying to hold in your laughter from having slapped my rear."