She sporfles and turns slightly pink, then busies herself with unpinning Taimi's communication device from her collar to stash in her bag.

"W-well! That, that came a little out of nowhere, but it's not like I know this maze of twisting passages..."

"Out of nowhere? You were thinking it earlier, don't say you were not," he points out.

"Only idly!" Okay, yeah, that's not a great argument. "In my defense, I was bored!"

Here's a turn that they may not have taken on their way in. "So am I meant to be merely relief to tedium?" he wonders idly, still leading the way.

"No! That's just a side benefit, you have many other good qualities."

She is going to follow him down whatever bizarre path he's taking her! Hopefully they can get lost somewhere sufficiently out of the way.

"Like knowing my way around this maze, I'm sure," he says, taking another wrong turn and then immediately pushing her against a wall, both arms on either side of her. "That must come in pretty handy, mustn't it."

She is delighted with this state of affairs, and drapes her arms across his shoulders and leans towards him. One hand entwines in his hair to pet him.

"Depends on if anyone will come across us or not! If you just think you know your way around this maze, and don't, we will have some explaining to do!"

"Maybe I like the thrill of the risk of getting caught."

"Have you been caught often?" she wonders, archly.

He leans closer to her ear, close enough she can feel his breathing, and whispers, "How often is often?"

Then he moves down to trail soft kisses down the side of her neck without waiting for her to answer.

She hums mock-thoughtfully and with clear pleasure, then breathes, “Mmmm, ever?“

While petting his hair and letting him continue, she muses, “Does it make it more or less fun if I try to make a competent illusion of an empty hallway over us?”

"Ever? Absolutely," he whispers into her skin, sliding his right hand down and around her waist to pull her body against his. "The risk is definitely lesser, with an illusion, but it is up to you, my princess."

"Hmmmmm." She can't actually resist leaning over to nibble on his ear, it's right there. "Let's compromise, I'll put one up and try not to be terribly distracted while I'm doing it."

"And I'll try to distract you very much?" he suggests, shivering under her touch.

"As you like," she says, and he can feel her smile against his skin.

Be it due to Vetareh's illusion or the secluded location, they're not caught.

He succeeded in his quest to rid her of all coherent thoughts, and even managed to elicit some sounds despite her attempts to keep very quiet. Fortunately for their attempt for secrecy, she’s not naturally inclined to loud volume, even when rendered incoherent.

After he’s done with her, she clings to him and shivers and tries to put her brain back together.

“Nmmmhhnmmn,” she whimpers into the crook of his neck, attempting to do the talking thing and… not succeeding at all.

"I'm sorry, my princess, I think I did not catch that," he says with a shit-eating grin.

She gives a little laugh, then murmurs a fond, "Hush, you."

He gets a fond nuzzle, though, because he's great. "W-we should. Probably. Get back to the adventuring thing or. Or something."

He kisses the top of her head, still grinning. "Or something," he agrees.

I love you, she thinks but doesn’t say, because one should not confess love for the first time anywhere near sex, out of principle. But she does maybe actually admit to herself that it might perhaps be true. Maybe. Probably motivated by her trauma and loneliness, but still.

“I’d help with ideas, but for some reason I’m still recovering my ability to have coherent thoughts.” She lingers in leaning against him, because, well. Those words she admitted to herself earlier, but feels embarrassed to repeat again. “Oh, damn, I forgot about scent. That’s absolutely going to give us away to any charr that we run into. Or, uh, walk down this hallway.”

"I am pretty sure the only charr who would give us any grief about it are ones more acquainted with human cultural mores around sex, most of them don't care. ...so let's try not to run into Rytlock." Headshake. "In any case, I believe that now that we are both thoroughly entertained we should go back to that one cave in Bloodstone Fen."

“I’ll follow you wherever you like,” she says, a bit too honestly. Then she coughs, smiling self consciously and trying to go back to being cool and collected and whatnot. “Cave diving for the sake of our mutual survival and sanity sounds like an excellent option, though.”

Her attempts to feign composure are a little undercut by how one of her hands has found his, and started tracing affectionate circles on it with a thumb.

"Off we go, then."

Without letting go of her hand and making sure she's following, he starts leading the way through the cave system again, still not looking like he needs a map or anything. He nods to the norn outside and then there's the waypoint and since both of them were just in Bloodstone Fen a week ago they can just hop to the waypoint that's—well, actually Vetareh only used the one in Almorra's ship so James can use one of his keys to bring her with him to the one that's set up just outside the big gaping hole that leads into the cave where they met.