She does rather enjoy the slightly dazed look on his face whenever their kiss ends, and the struggle of composure that follows. Which is both endearing and a little amusing considering how little restraint he'd shown just moments ago. It would seem that both the thrill of hunting and the thrill of passionate, frenzied sex are the two areas of life where he does away with composure altogether. Which bodes rather well for future hunting trips they'd take together.
There's an indulgent chuckle given at his sigh, and once he's in the kitchen she takes a moment to look around the room. Her thoughts are less on how sparse things are, or how his clothing seems in complete opposition to her own typically lavish attire; but rather on the absolute mess she's made of his bedroom.
She thanks him when he hands her the glass and takes a long drink before setting it down on the nightstand. "At least the walls didn't fracture," she remarks, lifting her hand and assisting him in the process of putting his room back together - telekinetically righting a few lamps and closing the drawers that had come open. "But if they had, I'd find a way to make it up to you," she finishes, her tone teasing as well as flirtatious. If ever her magic were to release in an even stronger manner, she thinks they'd probably be better off being outdoors. At least then there's no risk of doing irreparable damage to his belongings.
Once his room is set right, she stretches back down onto the bed, feeling no desire to put clothes back on for the moment. She reaches a hand toward him, beckoning him to join her. "I'm not quite done with you yet," she comments with a grin, wondering if he's the type to enjoy cuddling; she'll soon find out.
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There's an indulgent chuckle given at his sigh, and once he's in the kitchen she takes a moment to look around the room. Her thoughts are less on how sparse things are, or how his clothing seems in complete opposition to her own typically lavish attire; but rather on the absolute mess she's made of his bedroom.
She thanks him when he hands her the glass and takes a long drink before setting it down on the nightstand. "At least the walls didn't fracture," she remarks, lifting her hand and assisting him in the process of putting his room back together - telekinetically righting a few lamps and closing the drawers that had come open. "But if they had, I'd find a way to make it up to you," she finishes, her tone teasing as well as flirtatious. If ever her magic were to release in an even stronger manner, she thinks they'd probably be better off being outdoors. At least then there's no risk of doing irreparable damage to his belongings.
Once his room is set right, she stretches back down onto the bed, feeling no desire to put clothes back on for the moment. She reaches a hand toward him, beckoning him to join her. "I'm not quite done with you yet," she comments with a grin, wondering if he's the type to enjoy cuddling; she'll soon find out.