<br/>The twin in Arivel's lap cooed into his lap as he kissed her; she was purely receptive for a moment, but then seemed to reciprocate with pent-up energy, as if drinking or sucking sustenance from him and in danger of dying of thirst of she did not.<br/><br/>Her twin let a hand skate down diagonally across his chest. Her fingers curled to make a light, catlike raking motion with the nails across his outfit, while her knuckles grazed her sister's breast and elicited quiet moans from both of them in so doing. "And you have proved quiet the gentleman," she smiled, "So 'tis the least we can do to see your receive whatever sort of rest or diversion will best befit your morale for your upcoming quest. I'll tell the bartender where the priest may find you if he and that lady friend come by.."<br/><br/>She dawdled in getting up to do as she'd said, and took the liberty of ordering a wine bottle and three goblets for the room. The twin in Arivel's lap seemed even more reluctant to peel herself off the man, positioning her hands as she did so in a way which never pushed her modest weight down against Arivel's loins, yet caused individual fingertips and knuckles to brush him several times. Each twin draped herself across one of Arivel's arms like high ladies at a ball, and they kissed his cheeks and murmured, "lead on," in unison.