They were both dripping wet after their latest dip, no doubt Navia would blame Théadan for the state of them, and he would point the finger accusingly at her for splashing him without end, giving him no other course of action but to drag the down into the water. But she was laughing, and that told the true story of how she felt about their antics, Théadan couldn't stop the silly grin that spread across his lips from hearing her laughter, it was always a joy to elicit that reaction from his lover. Her hands still gripped his sides as a sweeping scowl soon took over her features, clearly Navia did not agree with his assessment, but that was hardly surprising. They always blamed each other for these things anyway, it was all just another part of the games they played together. Still he could practically see her turning her nose up at the idea of her having upset the balance.<br/><br/>A shake of the head was Navia's response, along with a laugh disparaging the idea there was an imbalance in her favour. Her hands cupped his cheeks in the manner that always drew Théadan's undivided attention upon her. She pointed to him having wrestled her for having 'merely' splashed him. He would have better described it as a never ending tsunami of water, one which he was given no choice but to put a stop too. Despite the way she refused to accept any notion of imbalance, Navia's fingers were still affectionate, wiping the hair back from his face, making him look a little neater. It was difficult to keep feigning any sense of mock injustice when she so naturally exuded affection for him. His heart just wanted to return the gesture like for like, and she was so dangerously close now. Her lips there so very desirable, her chest just mere centimetres from rubbing against his, and her voice so soft and alluring as she curiously asked what it was he would want.<br/><br/>The smirk returned to Navia's lips however, and she was quickly trying to turn the tables before he could reply to her question, suggesting he was the one who should be doing something nice for her, on account of her being constantly thrown under water. Théadan nearly laughed at the notion she could have drowned, it was utterly ridiculous in his mind. "You could have drowned?" He said with a shake of his head, denying the idea as anything but absurd. "You can effortlessly float in the water, I hardly think you were in any danger of drowning from me dragging you beneath the depths for a mere moment." If anyone was in danger of drowning it was certainly not her, given half a chance, Théadan had no doubt Navia could swim away, never to be caught by him unless she desired it. "Besides, you did start it." He added with a shrug, "I had done nothing to you until you splashed me, and I have had no option but to retaliate each time since."<br/><br/>Perhaps 'retaliate' was a bit of a stretch, but if they were going to play this game, it was always more fun to play things up and make it seem like each others actions were far worse than they actually were. With that in mind, Théadan took it a step further, his hands resting at her waist gave her a small squeeze, a grin forming on his face as he spoke. "In order for peace talks to begin, an offering has to be made." He said, pretending as though the amount of water they had subjected each other too had been akin to a war. "A show of trust, and a willingness to forgive and move on together." He said, and then took a step closer to his lover so they could have the pleasure of bare flesh pressing upon bare flesh, her breasts pillowing against his chest, as one of his legs slipped between her thighs, their noses brushing against each other briefly. "What I would like is for you to sit on one of those seats in the shallower part of the cave, and for me to sit lower down and be able to lean back into you while you give my shoulder a nice soothing massage." He let out a little pleased murmur just thinking about it. "That would certainly make up for splashing me so much."