Hearing Navia gripe at his choice of reward just made it all the more amusing to Théadan  as Navia rather reluctantly took the offered leaf from his hands. Even the scrunching of her nose while she debated if she really wanted to go through with his request made him chuckle, but she remained true to her word, taking the lead in both hands as their horses quietly walked side by side, while she began to fan him with the leaf bringing a smile to Théadan 's face as he felt the little breeze it made help cool his skin. While Navia hadn't made him work for his reward this time, she clearly wasn't ready to give him his reward without making a little bit of a nuisance of herself. She adopted a tone he had become familiar with from her, it was one she used only when she was playing while feigning disappointment with him, pondering why he was not making the most of an opportunity to ask of something from her body.<br/><br/>The lead brushed over his shoulder, but he thought nothing of it, she was on a horse steadily riding along while trying to fan him, it was bound to be difficult to control all the time. She pointed out some of the other requests he could have made repetitions of ones he made before, or the possibility of any fantasy he previously had, even the offer of her cooking dinner for them. Again the leaf brushed against him, and Théadan would have thought nothing of it, but for the seemingly nonchalant apology. He knew his lover better than that, his eyes moving to watch her warily now, realising she could well have some plans for this new tool in her hands. Navia was quick to gloss over it and move on keeping the topic on him and his choice in wager, going so far to even question if he had grown bored of her, or that the passion of their relationship may have even  fizzled out. The notion almost made Théadan laugh at the absurdity of it, especially after the day they had just yesterday.<br/><br/>Again the leaf struck lightly against him, this time irritatingly getting into his beard, while Navia called the leaf heavy, which he highly doubted it was for her. He turned his head away to keep it from rubbing against him further, fully prepared to argue his counter points to everything Navia had just said, but instead he felt the fan slap against the top of his head while Navia mockingly laughed his own laugh back at him. "Hey!" He grumbled, rubbing the top of his head while Navia guided Vari into making sure there was a little bit of space between them, though Wyndagar had other ideas, naturally gravitating over towards Varinata, enjoying her company. "You're a very sore loser you know!" Never could he simply take his winnings, there was always an added price whenever he won their wagers, but at least he could provoke her right back. "You should really learn to take<i>losing</i>in good grace." Théadan said, emphasising loser just to get further under Navia's skin. "You've<i>lost</i>so often now I would have thought you would be used to it, that you might come to terms with it and take it with your head held high, rather than swatting me over the head with my prize." He gave a shake of his head and decided it was his turn to look at her with feigned disappointment. "Surely a<i>sitvati </i>is better than that?"<br/><br/>Théadan rubbed a hand through his hair to clean it up after Navia had mussed it by swatting him, and a moment later he was removing his shirt, deciding he would make the most of Navia fanning him, regardless of whether she occasionally struck him with it. Besides far more important matters had to be brought up first, she had questioned the passion of their relationship after all. "As for the outrageous assumption all passion having finally fizzled out because I did not request anything sexual from you. Have you not considered I may have avoided doing so out of concern for you?" He asked, wanting to turn the tables on her and knowing just how he could do so. "You were so worn out and your body aching after last night that you even asked for me to carry you to bed, I thought I was being kind and considerate by not asking for more of your body." He reached a hand over to her thigh and gave a tender squeeze as if he was being compassionate and thoughtful, when in truth he was just teasing her right back. "Or do I have to be rough with my advances with you all the time now, if nothing else is as passionate or as satisfying to you?"