She was amused with how he had chosen to phrase things, the chuckle escaping Navia's lips telling him as much, along with the shaking of her head. Théadan was actively trying to make himself all the more tempting and desirable to Navia, hoping to provoke her into being the first to let their lips meet by having their bodies press close together, and leaving his lips agonisingly close to hers. But perhaps it was because he had managed to catch her, corner her in this dead end that she was not yet willing to give into the temptations he was laying before her. Navia had her defiant side, she liked to be chased and caught, and Théadan so enjoyed doing the chasing, even so they would often draw their games out just to see who would give into their desires first. With the way Navia so temptingly ran her tongue over her bottom lip, Théadan knew she was winning, a craving to taste her freshly moistened lips struck Théadan hard enough to lower his guard a little.<br/><br/>Navia murmured about dragging into corners, and dragging him to the floor, but for now Théadan's gaze was firmly stuck on those dark lips of hers. The mention of her debts, and how she would make good on them was enough to break the hold her dexterous tongue had cast on him, only to look at her as her hands gripped his shirt, and she had them pivot on the spot into exchanging places, so now he was the one trapped in a dead end, with her between him and escape. Théadan was not about to try and seek an escape though, and the mention of debts he still owed her from Nygaard briefly had him puzzling as he tried to recall on the spot what he had told her, only to have both her hands push against his chest and send him stumbling back a step, bumping into the boxes behind him. It was a little rougher than he had normally come to expect from Navia, but Théadan liked it all the same, chuckling as she pressed herself back up against him so he had the warmth of his Khluri lover against his chest, and the firmness of a crate behind his back.<br/><br/>Her whispered words asking if he remembered were proving to be difficult to focus on, especially when her lips were there in front of him, and he could see her eyes looking lustfully at his lips too. Navia's hands rose up his chest as she reminded him of one of his fulfilled promises. Her arms wrapping around his neck and her lips brushing over his as she raised herself on tiptoes was proving far too difficult to resist. She assured him she was about to make good on one of her promises, but Théadan was already pressing his lips to hers, yearning for her taste again. She was far too tempting, far too perfect with her whispered words and seductive actions. He just needed a taste of her lips to relieve some his pooling desire for now. An arm wrapped around her waist, and the other rose to the nape of her neck to encourage her to keep her lips merged with his for a while longer, just until he could have enough to reply to her question.<br/><br/>Théadan slowly broke the kiss with a satisfied hum, strands of saliva still connecting their lips which was only broken when then hand at her nape slipped around to brush a thumb over those sweet lips of hers. "I remember promising you a number of things." He replied, still lusting for her lips, still looking at her wantonly. "To return you to your home was chief among them." That had been the big promise, the one he had been unsure he would be able to deliver on, but had promised all the same, because she needed to be with her family again, because Mes'Mo'Tan would never have been safe with her, and because it was the only chance the two of them had to really be together. "I believe I'm making good on most of my debts even if they do take time." He said and offered a smile, pleased to remember just how far they had come together.<br/><br/>He brushed his nose against hers playfully as his mind turned to the more intimate promises he had made to his lover. "However I do recall telling you I would make love to you against a wall." He replied, and laughed a little as he pointed out. "So when we were against that door in the tavern, perhaps I didn't really made good on that promise yet?" But there had been other promises he had made, he had made many in Nygaard. The other he recalled must have been after they had showered together, and she had pleasured him while hot rain cascaded down their bodies. "Then there was the time I promised I would surprise you some time, and pleasure you as you had pleasured me." Was that all of them? Was those all the promises he owed his lover? Théadan could not be sure. "I've made so many promises to you Alu'wei, am I perhaps missing one?" He had to ask, before a devious grin spread across his features, and he quickly stole another quick kiss. "I did make a promise to myself just minutes ago that I ought to fulfill..." He whispered, allowing the arm around her waist to leave so he could give her rear the same playful slap she had given him.