An adventuring party recruited from Osirion teleports into Azir on the 8th of Desnus. Rahadoum's recruiting contact in Osirion wrote ahead to note they were expected. Couple of guys he's known a long time - a wizard, a ranger - and a new guy, sorcerer, probably to replace the cleric they usually travel with. They spend two days in Azir getting oriented and head out to the front. The ranger wears an unusually high quality amulet of Nondetection; the sorcerer wears a headband for intelligence, which is a bit unusual as sorcerers usually don't need it to cast, but some variants do; they are otherwise unremarkable. Chaotic Good, Lawful Neutral, no reading, which could mean neutral or 'hiding it'. They work quickly and effectively, manage resources reasonably well, get recommended to higher-ups for a closer look on that account.
Giggle. "If you wanted to have a secret demiplane for kidnapping and questioning people and you wanted to also take me there for sex that would, in fact, be really hot."
"Aww, would it?" Leareth smiles. "I am glad you think that instead of finding it extremely weird and unsettling. I think I would like that. At some point. Quite possibly by the time I even have the option."
He runs a hand lightly over her hair. "What else do you think is hot? I am - still discovering this area."
"You're hot when you're being a little bit scary. When I got caught - if it'd been you instead of Aroden, I think it would have been - Aroden's just scary. And also really old. - I am aware you are also old but you don't look it. I like being told what to do if it doesn't feel like it's because I'm - interchangeable. I think I'd like - trying to stop you, even though I'd probably lose - or specifically because I'd probably lose - but we'd have to talk it out in advance so someone doesn't get hurt for real -"
...Okay that does sound kind of hot. “I - think I like when there is - a bit of a fight. Though, yes, we would have to talk about it first.” In hindsight Khemet should possibly have asked before casting Hold Person on Leareth, though the shock had been kind of thrilling in itself and also Khemet can basically read minds, apparently, where that sort of thing is concerned.
”...I might also enjoy there being a handicap such that you could win,” he admits. “If my magic were blocked and you had yours, that would be - well, scary, but I think in a way I could find quite satisfying. I am not sure why, but...”
"Well, if I'm into it where you win I suppose it makes sense that you would be into it where I'd win. I don't - know how I would feel about that. I could try it, though."
"...I mean, to be clear, I also like winning. Quite a lot, apparently." It's - surprisingly pleasing, discovering that Carissa gets the thing that he's feeling, here. It's still such a confusing feeling to have.
"I think I had noticed this about you. I am not very switchy but I'm also not very experienced and I would bet I could find something in that genre that was fun."
"Mmm. I am getting the impression that at the very least you are more experienced than I am."
...He is vaguely musing in the back of his mind on whether Khemet and Carissa teaming up could squarely beat him in a fair fight and then do whatever they liked to him - he nudges that line of thought aside.
"Anyway, I think we could figure something out that we would both like." Squeeze. "Is there anything else you wanted to ask me about?"
"I have to confess, I am a little distracted too." He glances over at her, without letting go of her. "Was this helpful for you? I think I found it very helpful."
"It is a very important part of Chelish dating custom to spend a while in each others' arms reading each others' minds about things that are hot and then go home alone and do math problems."
"I see. Well, I would not wish to break with dating customs, so in that case, I will look forward with great anticipation to our date tomorrow morning." He squeezes her. "Would you like a lift home? I can Gate you straight to your apartment if you share a memory of it with me, and then you will not have to carry all of your gold through the city at night."
She can't tell if he somehow thinks she was serious about that or - well, the point of joking like that in the first place is to let him decide whether to push back. "I don't think I should keep that much gold at my apartment at all, can you hold onto it until I can go to a bank? I can send you a memory of my place..."
And she does. It's a small drafty shabby apartment with a mat on the floor and a lockbox next to it and not much else.
(Leareth was not reading her mind anymore at that point and so finds it pretty hard to tell if she's joking or not, actually, though the hypothesis did enter his mind, and when she lets him in again to get the apartment location, it's more apparent.)
"Of course, that makes sense." He doesn't immediately get up or start on a Gate, though; instead he tries to figure out how in the world to respond to her banter gracefully. "- I would not complain if you wanted to do some custom-breaking and stay a little longer, though, it would not hit me for Law, and - this is very nice."
" - hit you for - ohhhhh, I bet Osirion does have all their customs set up like that! Here mostly doesn't. Marriage wasn't a state-sanctioned thing at all, under the old regime, just a thing couples did to tell their friends they were being serious...nobles were probably a bit more serious about it, I wasn't paying attention..."
"Huh. I will add that to the list under 'important facts about Cheliax under Asmodeus that I had completely failed to notice.' Osirion takes its customs absurdly seriously, so I was somewhat correcting for that, I suppose I thought since Asmodeus is also Lawful..." Shrug. "Apparently I am Lawful in a very rare way, based on my own internal standards and not the laws of a given place - I have broken so many laws in my life - but I learned it was affecting other people's Law when I ignored their customs so I tried harder at it."
"That's sweet of you. The norms around relationships here were mostly aimed at - not encouraging them to be too deep or trusting, as that's a kind of putting someone above Asmodeus - and then both lots of abortions and lots of babies are good for Asmodeus, right, since the one is Evil and the other is more Chelish people who can be soldiers for the grand plan." Now this conversation is not hot which is tragic but he should probably know this.
"That makes sense. Asmodeus was - reasonably clever and strategic at accomplishing His goals, one cannot deny that." Leareth looks thoughtful. "Abadar gets along much better with Him than he does with the Star-Eyed Goddess or Vkandis, in Velgarth. Asmodeus actually teamed up and helped us steal Her superweapons. I think it is the Lawful aspect; He is the kind of entity one can negotiate agreements with. - I still do not want Him to achieve His goals, of course, since He wants to torture people and I am firmly against that."
"I noticed. It's - useful to be trustworthy, even if you're also very terrible? Asmodeus helped seal away Rovagug, and if He were lawless then maybe the other gods wouldn't have been able to cooperate even for that."
"Mmm." Leareth leans against her. He has some sort of feeling-of-wanting but isn't sure what it's for.
...Leareth would like that. "Seems likely, and it would save me a Gate in the morning. You could come do a survey of my bed and judge its merits yourself?"
"If you can't trust a man about the merits of his bed, what can you trust," she says, but she will follow him.