Nyarien refilled Leena's glass and offered it to her. While the Naga was slow to express herself and her feelings she was getting better about learning when she had made a mistake.<span style="color: #b30000">"You can call on him now, my love. Let us get the preparation and planning started early, I need to contact my mother and figure out how to propose to you properly. I already see you as my wife so I don't care for ceremony and all that, but I want to do right by you."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"I wonder what kind of songs these fingers could make you sing, little bird? Normally you would be right about my memories but I come from a very violent and hateful world, I know I suffered a lot and that my suffering would continue if I ever returned. But my daughter is safe, her adoptive mother is truly a kind and wonderful soul, and my... I don't know if he was my mate or just the father of my child, but he- Never mind, we're here talking about sex toys, not my boring past."</span>She nodded as she listened and seemed to understand most of what Eliza said as she picked up a fairly large toy and held it against herself.<span style="color: #a64dff">"I see, well I want this one here that should fit me nicely. And... hm, well a double sided one wouldn't really work because of the size difference, but once I learn how the female Seraphim body works I won't need one, I don't think. Well I don't know what a cardio bike is so I never used one at home, just a lot of weight training and running through the... ah, right, I can't go out into the forest here. Well, little birdy, if these toys work for me I'll be sure to give you a personal recording of me, let's call it singing, shall we? Or I could just wrap these long, alien legs around your cute little head and you can make me sing yourself." </span>She stroked the top of the smaller woman's head softly and smiled at her.<span style="color: #a64dff">"I've got a book of songs from my world and a soundproofed house. Come visit me some time and let's see what happens. So let me pay for this toy... or whatever I have to do. I don't want my teacher falling asleep in the death box out there waiting for me."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>