...she laughs. "Not for a very long time."

"Do you want to?"

She giggles. "Sure!"

He grins and pulls out the fourth bell, swinging it in wide pealing arcs. Jaunty tones fill the air, and he leaps to his feet, holding out a hand for her to take, and she feels a nigh-irresistible urge to do the same.

Sure, she'll go with it.

The Bell--suggests movements; her own power lets her refuse it, if she wants, but dancing like this is easy, her body knowing exactly what to do before she does it. 

It's a lot of fun.

Eventually the dance concludes and he lets the bell fall into his other hand where he grasps the clapper, turning the motion into a bow. He carefully replaces the bell in the bandolier. 

"That was Kibeth, the Walker. The others are Belgaer, the Thinker, Dyrim, the Speaker, and Saraneth, the Binder. I can't think of any demonstrations of those so friendly." 

She waits until he has the bell properly put away before scooping him up effortlessly in her arms, twirling him around, kissing him, wrapping her wings around him, and setting him back on his feet.

!!!

"I'm glad you liked it," he says breathlessly. 

Ooh that sounds like she should kiss him again.

Oh gosh she's so good. 

Yes she is.

"You are a delight." 

"Thanks! So are you!"

She kisses him again.

Mmmmm yes. 

"So--to whatever extent your magic runs on sex, what qualifies, exactly...?" 

"Plenty of things. Why do you ask?"

"The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." 

"I bet we can work something out."

He grins and kisses her again. 

She scoops him up again, and this time carries him into her tower, because the amount of having sex on a stone tile floor they have done today is getting kind of ridiculous and she would like the next time to involve a bed. Or a couch. A blanket, even.

Eee scooping. 

A bed sounds lovely. 

Elsewhere and earlier: 

Larella gnaws her lip, hanging back a little, nervously, feeling a little like a kid who's nervous about being picked last for teams. 

There's someone else hanging back nearby, but as the supply of unclaimed keys dwindles, he swoops in and picks up half of one of the last remaining pairs.

--Okay, well, that settles it then, doesn't it. She picks up the other one.