The dryad's eyes widen for a moment and she tenses.  But once Naiobe speaks she relaxes and sinks quite gratefully into the bed, sighing softly and curling up at the foot of it.<br/><br/>The pretty man has taken a seat in one of her chairs and leans back in it as she approaches, hands laced behind his head as he lets his gaze roam her unhurriedly and shamelessly.  "Oh really now," he chuckles, "We both know better Niaobe."  He grins boyishly at her and licks his lips slowly.<br/><br/>"I was wondering if you might care to share a bath to wash up dinner... after we spent a while getting all sweaty together."