She chuckled warmly, pressing close and eagerly into his hands. "I don't mind being a plaything. Rather, being a plaything is so much more fun... and exciting... and stimulating. Than the alternative." Lhurriel moaned softly in approval when his hands began massaging her breasts, rubbing her nipples as she was doing to his. Already puffy and hard, there was little doubt that she was aroused and eager, if her actions hadn't already conveyed that message.<br/><br/>Hissing as a heat in her lower back made her press against him more desperately, Lhurriel opened her mouth to him and accepted his kiss, nipping at his lips teasingly. "Play it is, then. And you are most certainly not dead, Amron - something that I'm quite glad of, at this very moment." She smiled invitingly as one hand strayed down to his trousers, pressing against the bulge that firmed beneath her questing fingers. "You know, I'm feeling a little tense. Aching. And a little hot. Is there anything you can do to remedy my discomfort?" She asked, licking her lips before leaning down to press a hot kiss to the hollow of his throat.<br/><br/>Her eyes flitted up to meet his, before she more firmly caressed the hardening length in his trousers. She shifted, lifting herself off his lap so her breasts were at his eye-level. Not as well-endowed as any courtesan or prostitute, of course, but nothing to be ashamed of, either. "Because if there is, I might think about repaying you by relieving you of your discomfort. Reciprocity is a value highly held in the Lower City... As you should know, Lord of Thieves."