"Oh, potions... that's nice..." she says with a low purr, then wraps her upper arm around the back of the guardsman's head and covers his mouth with her own.  The kiss is warm and firm, a moan low in her throat, and she crushes her lean body against him.  She crosses her arms behind his back, pressing him back into the door as she breaks the kiss for a gasping breath, "you're going to get off sooner than a couple hours, love.." and urges him into the potion room.<br/><br/>((Assuming the next... er... 15 minutes or so go as she plans? He's young.))<br/><br/>A quarter of an hour later, the door to the potion room opens, and Sethi emerges into the corridor.  Her chain shirt's fine links dangling and singing in one hand as the other lugs a stuffed knapsack that jangles and sloshes with the watery noise of full, glass flasks.  She heads for their chambers, boots soundless on the floor, eyes glassy, and her breeches sagging low where they were hastily tied back.