[This boy really does roll with it, doesn't he? Her cheeks colour slightly, not that he could see with her head nestled as it is. And his form, it's comfortable, it's...he molds her so easily.]

We do. Despite everything, how weird it is...I think I do feel something with you being here. [Not that she could figure it out yet, but that it is foreign. Not unwelcome.

Not when he draws her in like this, his laugh dangerously inviting, and she can't help but feed into it.]

I should be commanding you to stop. [But she's the one doing it?!] I am sure you are full of mana, having just arrived. But if you wish tell me how best it is to replenish you, I could allow it. [She pulls back slightly, a gentle curve only so she can look at him directly.]

Perhaps something a little softer. Not just because I lack the experience, which I apologise for.

[And she takes his other hand, clasping it with her own before she leads it up her body to her chest, so that he can trace over the curve of her breast through the fabric of her shirt, over the wound that he left on her that has now dried up.

Too bold? She feels that, for sure. But also the challenge drives her even more than that.]

The scars left from you of claiming my heart still show.

[And then she laughs gently.] Alternatively, I could also command you to make me dinner. [She's kidding.]