Luneth laughed gamily as Rose repayed his own moved, clearly not used to a woman taking such a lead in a dance, but enjoying it nonetheless, and not seeming shocked or unmanned. "My, you're a strong one, hmm, but then I knew that, given what befall the scoundrels...limber, too. I salivate to see how all this shall translate into other endeavors! As dangerous it may be to play with my tigress...if curiosity kills this cat, he shall die happy as a howling hyena. Indeed, let us away to a safer place for pouncing!"<br/><br/>He squeezed her hand, and slipped with her through the crowd, while slyly spilling a golden key on a leather cord from a jacket-pocket and twirling it about in his fingers. In the nook of the galley deck where the starboard-side railing and a stairway up to the aftcastle flanked the section of aftcastle wall where stood the door to Bikke's cabin, Luneth glanced about a moment at the variously self-absorbed circles of partygoers. He deftly and nigh-silently opened the door with the key and slipped through. "I thought it the best room aboard," he mentioned, "...but that shan't stop us from trying<em>every</em>horizontal surface about the place, if we still please."<br/><br/>Aria had looted the room of the captain's baubles and papers, but Luneth had added back a few touches of his own. Over a dozen candles glowed with soft rosy light, each encased with a thin glass shell with an aperture for air as a protection against fire. Much to Luneth's relief when setting these up, Aria hadn't ransacked the ostentatiously wide bed's midnight-black down duvet and shining silk sheets, and he'd even added a sprinkling or rose petals all across. He gestured across them, and whispered while nibbling Rose's ear, "A touch cliche, I will grant - but being your namesake, how could i pass up the opportunity? Indeed, how could I pass up<em>any</em>opportunity concerning us?"<br/>