"Oh? And where is home?" The woman purred. It was obvious that Ivriel didn't have the least idea of how to respond, and was nearly as overwhelmed as Naael. Circling Naael, she gently ran a finger over the edges of Naael's body, tracing her curves with a considering air, a slight smile on her face. "Are you wishing that you were mine, Naael? That you could feel my touch against your skin? Or is it purely...<em>platonic</em>."