Honestly Leareth is exhausted (in a very nice way) and is just going to lie flopped where he is for a minute and catch his breath before he even tries to figure out what's going on and his current status on things like 'ability to move'. 

Poor Leareth. (He's not sorry.)

Good, he shouldn't be sorry. 

"Mmmloveyou," Leareth murmurs after a bit, opening his eyes and testing if he can move his hands. 

He cannot. Khemet looks smug about it. 

All of Leareth's cleric spells require being able to move - well, technically he could channel negative energy at Khemet but why would he do that. He can still do Velgarth magic but clumsily. 

He uses a clumsy wind-spell to mess up Khemet's hair, mostly because it's amusing, while he tries to figure out if he's restrained with magic again or some more mundane method. 

Just rope; he does not have more magic prepared for this purpose. He messes up Leareth's hair right back, with his hands.

That's a lot more annoying to attempt to get out of with magic, actually, especially given that he doesn't want to set it on fire. It's easier to saw through a bit at a time, though. If he really wanted to be undistracted he could definitely manage a mage-barrier at the same time to make Khemet keep his distance, but why would he want that.

...Trying to figure out how to mess with Khemet a bit while still unable to move is fun, though. What if he gets up a reverse weather-barrier (this takes a while, it's a more complicated spell, though he does it often enough that it's semi-instinctive) and makes it really cold. There will have to be snuggles now. 

- what. He was not expecting that. There can be cuddles, and blankets, if that is what they're doing. 

Leareth eventually does get his hands free, but at this point he's pretty happy just to wrap his arms around Khemet and cuddle. 

"Love you."

"Love you too." Leareth wriggles in closer, kisses Khemet's cheek. He's let up on the weather-barrier so the air is a more normal temperature now but it's still nice to be curled up under a blanket with him. "I liked that. A lot." 

"That's a good thing to know about yourself! I wondered, when Iomedae decided your perfect match should be a spy who thought she was maybe sent to kill you."

"I had no idea that was even a question I could wonder about. I did find it - attractive, I think, when she described how she would have tried to kill me if Iomedae had in fact instructed her too. Interestingly. It might have worked - not permanently, of course, but still - and I would have expected that to be frightening, but it was not. Maybe because I sufficiently deeply trust that Iomedae is an ally. I am not sure." 

"Lots of people find things both scary and hot."

"Huh. Do you find that?" 

"I'm not sure. I think my life is not one in which it's been relevant."

"Mmm. That makes sense." Creeping smile. "Would it be a little scary if I did obtain a demiplane where only my magic worked, and took you there?" 

"Yes. It would."

"...In a way that you would like?" Leareth is, just maybe, a bit flustered about how much he would like this. 

"In a way that I am up for trying once, at least."

Leareth kisses him. "Well, I do not actually have one yet, so it will have to wait. - Hmm. Though it occurs to me that you do. It would be more than a little scary for me, I think, if you took me there and - did this sort of thing. But with you in particular it might also be hot." 

"I thought about it, just now, but it's such a pain to get out of the Dome. Maybe some time when we meet somewhere else."

"Mmm. It seems worth trying once." Snuggle. "And once I make you a permanent Gate it will be so easy to visit." 

"We will be constrained only by our responsibilities, and what are those? I don't remember them."

"They cannot be all that important."