"I should hope you have not," the kari says, blushing anew at Aiyaka- "Your friends did agree to give you an appointment inside my belly. I fully intend to collect." The pyromancer idly rubs her chest, massaging it a little in unconscious preparation to feed honey to... someone. As the house continues burning, she turns her attention to Vesele as the woman brushes past her flank, twitching as a hand brushes past some of the less sensitive and armored parts of her body. Despite the unpromising target, the touch does bring its own warmth, and Cyra finds herself smiling more widely despite herself. "Perhaps if you would care to massage more delicate parts, a new understanding could be reached," she rumbles in her deep, throaty voice- though it holds an element of eagerness that is slightly shaming for one as typically controlled as she. Cyra's eyes follow Vesele all the way to Aiyaka, drinking in their interaction with hungry eyes, and her hand continues to toy with her own breast. Still, asking her about<span style="font-style: italic">business</span>is the best way to get her to at least temporarily focus on things other than pleasing herself, even with a meal melting in her gut. "Presuming the bees do not try to attack us for burning down their home," she says, "Our next stop is our own village.  It is decently far away- we only wanted to burn out this cluster to be sure no girl villages could take root here. Somehow, I do not think that will be much of a problem, given-" she jerks her head back towards the burning house-monster. "Given that the hour is getting late, I would suggest you all stick with us in the name of seeing the sunrise unblocked by a hungry girl or plant's skin." She is breathing... somewhat deeply. Probably just the effort of pyromania. Probably.