"Ambushing me while distracting me is certainly its own set of advanced skills."

"Possibly not directly applicable to the quest at hand."

"I'd hope not."

Grin.

Kiss!

Luthien waits by the door to the bath one evening and tackles Mygwainor when she emerges.

She rolls with the tackle, trying to throw Luthien off her.

She's not quite so easy to shake, having spent some time working out what Mygwainor's likely responses will look like.

She's stronger than Luthien, usually - she starts trying to get the leverage to wrestle properly, though Luthien does have an opening advantage here.

And she uses that to get her small dagger positioned neatly.

She stills at the press of Luthien's blade.

"Hello, darling."

Swallow.

"Hello, lovely," she says, voice almost breathless.

"Point to me, I think," she says, pressing just a little harder with the blade, drawing forth a drop of blood.

Soft whine.

"Yes."

She smiles and puts the knife away, kissing the pinprick she left.

Wiggle!

"Was that exciting for you?"

"Quite."

Luthien hums happily.

Kiss! "You're beautiful, and really excitingly so when you have a knife in your hand," she murmurs.

"Good."

Giggle.

"You're still quite a few points behind me, though."

"Now I've found a weak point, though."

"I'll shore up my defenses."