Two palms, almost as rough as the rock she lay on, came to rest along her upper chest and collar. Impossibly gentle yet textured so roughly. Eyes closed, the dark fair-skinned woman chuckled... a chuckle that turned into a soft gasp and melted into a quiet moan of satisfaction. The sarcastic, dangerous woman was for once speechless - did not utter a single glib remark, just lay there appreciating the feeling. It was like she'd been covered in coarse sand and he'd just washed it off. No, no, like she'd just come in from the cold and his hands were a roaring fire she wanted to sit next to<em>forever</em>. No, wait, it was more like - oh, dammit, it just felt GOOD.<br/><br/>She opened her eyes. They met his, shied away for a moment... "You're quite useful, did you know that? I wonder if it would feel as good... Mmmhhh... nevermind, later.." Eyes closed again, concentrating on the soothing, relaxing sensation that had now made its way to her cheeks. It was warm, gentle, but Methuseld noted the strength beneath it. Something about that combination was quite arousing - she wondered if staring at her mostly-bare torso and touching that soft skin had made him equally aroused?<br/><br/>Donovan seemed like that suspicious, grim sort of honorable man that many found utterly unpleasant to deal with. Always judging, always remaining aloof. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't. But from how he'd treated her on the ride up, she figured he wouldn't take kindly to her more... aggressive... tactics. So she might as well go the more subtle route. Well, as subtle as a being like Dark Methuseld could manage.<br/><br/>Since her thighs were sunburnt as well, she decided she might as well give him a little more room to work with down there. The leg closest to him spread away from its fellow, just a bit. Just enough to softly touch up against Donovan's... leg, most likely (her eyes were closed after all). The flush of electricity at the point of contact was understated yet nonetheless intoxicating. Hopefully Donovan found it equally so. Maybe he could use that magic touch on other, less sunburnt parts of her. Maybe instead of quiet sighs of contentment, he could hear loud, euphoric moans. And maybe Aza would join them. Wouldn't that be a lovely threesome.<br/><br/>Oh well, a girl can hope.