Oh yes, the seat was fine; it's quite possibly why she called him after all.  She too appreciated the female form over the male, but alas, she also appreciated the tool of men, if not their body as much.  Particularly stuffed in her darkest depths, her favorite...<br/><br/>"Yes, I was hoping for a<em>hard</em>lap for my rump to be against." she responded, moving the hand he held upon her upper chest down to one of her breasts, letting him caress one of her breasts, herself enjoying the touch of strong hands upon it "Thank you for being so considerate by the way, but you can touch me here you know.  You have been a good friend to me, allowing my monks to learn martial arts from your assistants, providing me with some sorcerous incantations and thaumaturgy, not to mention providing it to my citizens as well... you've earned some leniency with your hands, I think."<br/><br/>As for her own hand - still clad with her razor claws - she let one set of her claws extend from their sheath in full view of his face.  Moving the claw<em>slowly</em>to the chest of the mortal-appearing god, she gently rested one of the claws to his skin, smirked playfully, and dragged it gently over his chest, just enough to barely open up the skin.  Water deities tended to 'bleed,' and with her echolocative proclivities and her well-tuned senses she could judge the damage well enough, and her razor claws retracted the very next moment.<br/><br/>"Oh no!  I wasn't paying attention and I accidentally injured my captain!" she declared, clearly playing it up, a little obvious roleplaying to mix things up this time "I'm going to be bent over the captain's desk and made to 'review' every last inch of the 'captain's log' for this like a proper sailor, aren't I?"<br/><br/>Which is to say, she was hoping he'd bend her over the desk and pound her in the ass, not gently either.  While her worshipers and citizens knew her to be as amorous as she was valiant, there was only so far you could go with mortals, enlightened or no.  Sometimes she liked it rough, really rough, and that was where the more 'natural' essence users came in.<br/><br/>"Just be gentle when you're punishing me, please o captain my captain?" she cooed, though a subtle shake of her head showed she wanted no such gentleness...