Lunari blushed again, her lavender skin tinting a deep purple,<strong>"I might enjoy such a thing.  But I find it strange.  I've known desire, lust, but there's more to it with you.  It isn't just a physical attraction, not just an ache in my core for your touch.  There's something more there... a pull.... much like how the artifact always pointed towards you, i feel almost as if I am likewise drawn.  There's a word for heroes of legend, 'ikisa', it means to be touched by the hand of fate itself.  It is said that the great heroes of story, of legend, did not just create great deeds.  But they were in fact destined for such things.  That their allies, lovers, friends, even their enemies were drawn to them by the irresistible hands of the gods.  Never before did I give much thought, much credence to such a tale.  But when I look at you, I feel it.  I feel the pull that makes me want to trust you, makes me want to do whatever it is... and it goes beyond my life quest.  Certainly that is a factor..."</strong><br/><br/>She blushed deeper, and turned her face slightly, her silver locks covering her face,<strong> "and certainly my own attraction is also a factor.  But I trust you.  I need no safe word, for I trust your judgement and experience."</strong><br/><br/>She looked back at Mara and waved the woman to catch up with a broad wave of her arm.  But as Mara began to close the long distance between the pair and herself Lunari finished,<strong>"Though I think I'd like to be... pushed."</strong>