(The wand activates without any user input when the command word is spoken. The feeling of the spell is kind of... Intense. Twitchy. A mental interface to add velocity to oneself in any direction.)

"Let's go with flavoring. It's the most distinct from things I can already do."

Then this is the spindle she'll want to add, the one that branches out a little like a paintbrush, with those structures at the end like a windchime. Do they have windchimes in her homeland? 

A Magnificent Mansion is always stocked with abundant food, so once she thinks she has the spellform correct she can try to release it while targeting a snack with a flavor in mind. He suggests salting a grape, the combination is tastier than it sounds. 

And remember, once it starts to deform, gently pull it back into place, like drawing a threadbare curtain or trying to collect a whole spiderweb intact. If she does it right, she'll be able to cast it again without having to start over from the beginning on assembling the whole shape. She'll probably lose it the first few times and that's normal. 

(Salty grapes are surprisingly nice, yes. She's always enjoyed crispy things though. Hot pepper flavor on some crackers is almost a chip. And they do have windchimes; She spends a minute or two on a thoughtful philosophical diversion on the convergent evolution of musical instruments...)

She manages to cast it correctly after not too much longer, and does lose it the first time, the energy slipping quietly between her fingers. And is quietly furious with herself, going still and even more focused, somehow.

And the second time. Too firm, too sharp.

And the third time. Same mistake. She lets out a hmph!

The fourth time, she catches it. She then immediately casts it again, and catches it. Then again... And loses it again.

"......Ugh. I know when I am hitting a wall. I'll quit for now and try again later. It is, tragically, more efficient to occasionally take breaks. At least from specific spells."

"That is wise. Mastering arcane magic is the work of decades, and you have made a lot of progress just today."

And her reactions to failure are cute, not that he's unwise enough to upset her by drawing attention to them. 

"Shall I leave you to rest alone?" He asks. 

"Oh, I was sort of thinking you stayed behind to seduce me. Which is so easy the difficulty is negative, by the way. I could give you a tirran-style casting lesson but you probably also are tired, so something more... Relaxing may be called for."

He gives a boyish grin. "Good, you noticed, I had to guess the right level of subtle without a Cultural Adaptation to spare. In that case, allow me to show you another use for the cantrip."

He casts it again, to no visible effect, and then slowly leans in for a kiss that will taste of honey. 

She can wonder at the flavor, and then be pleasantly surprised. How lovely. Her tail comes up and rubs the back of Maganrad's neck, warm and soft. One hand rests on one of his upper arms.

"Delicious. I would do it to myself and make you guess and test where, if I hadn't just lost it~"

"Next time, perhaps? Ha, that tickles!"

He changes his flavor each time they kiss, and places one hand on her legs while the other traces up her back. 

"You mentioned that Tirran custom of kneeling inviting ear-scratches... Are there other little signals like that I should know about?"

"Not so much general ones, as ones specific to me- Ohhhhh, actually. The base of the tail is a lovely feeling too. And I have pregnancy and disease concerns covered."

She lifts her robes - yep, still wearing nothing else - and taps her navel piercing, which has a fairly big diamond. It's a broad spectrum environmental and utility enchantment which also does disinfection and cleaning. Not that those are usually a problem for kitsunes. (No hair down there. She lets the robes fall again.)

"I find it most fun when you're having fun. Though, both is good. Especially if I can get you off more than once."

Is that a Limited Wish diamond being worn as jewellery? Damn, that's a new fetish he never knew he had.

The hand on her leg roams up beneath her robes to explore what kind of base-of-tail treatment she enjoys. 

"You do? I think we're going to get along very well. As for me, I quite like having a challenge to test myself against like the one you just set."

Well, touching there, especially a slightly firm grip right next to her back, makes her eyes flutter and her hips move a little bit, semi-involuntarily and she starts breathing deeper and gets more kissy.

...Sinnah thinks he should have less clothes on. Also, that she should show him a Tirran-magic trick: Just the right amount of vibration can be very stimulating, especially if it's a new sensation.

That is stimulating! Let's find out how close can he get to that effect on her in return, using Ghost Sound to make a deep bass thrum? He can go as loud as a roaring dragon if need be, though that might be pushing the limits of the Mansion's soundproofing. Of course, ramping up to that kind of level will take some concentration with how distracting she's being.

And much fun is had, in various positions and with various parts. Mouths, hands, chests, and the main targets.

When they wind down after a bit, Sinnah doesn't seem tired as she snuggles so much as energized, eyes closed but not still, especially her white tail curling and uncurling, half-muttering some sort of mathematics puzzle around the areas of circle segments intersecting each other. Still fairly clingy though. Skin contact is nice.

Maganrad is content to cuddle, more drained than her despite his best efforts. It's not often that he sleeps with someone who has more hair than him, and her fur is lovely and soft and warm. He'll idly pet her tail as he drifts in and out of a post-coital doze.

She'll be working on a wand, right there in bed still snuggled up, when he rouses back to more wakefulness. Tiny marks with a tiny brush, controlled magehandedly.

Then he'll roll over and watch.

"Delicate work. Is that a wand of your Fly? When that spell takes the world by storm, am I allowed to brag about having slept with its brilliant and beautiful inventor?"

"Oh, this one is a wand of Protection From Acid. And by all means do... Though be warned I'm kind of a slut*. Kind of want to go again..."

She rubs him a bit with her tail in what he can now recognize as an absentminded affectionate gesture.

*Notal, oddly enough, connotes this word positively! Or well, complicatedly, but it's definitely not an insult.

"That's a good word to have," he says, feeling out the connotations. "Might like to describe myself that way if it gets loaned to more languages."

He slowly repeats some of the touches and kisses that she seemed to like most earlier, while trying to tell whether he can manage a third round. He'd consider himself above average for his peers in that regard, but wizards aren't selected for their stamina. 

To buy himself some more time to recover, he asks, "Are you expecting to run into some acid-spitting monster, or do you just like to have a wand for every occasion?"

(It carries connotations of youth, maybe-sorta affinity for a couple specific deities including the kitsune goddess. Generosity, hedonism, fun to be around, faint shades of Good. It's the personality trait of high-sex-ness, according to this language, with two sides to it like 'brave' vs 'reckless'.)

(Sinnah really likes attention to her chest, is one thing that stood out to him earlier. And ears. And the tail base. And her lips and butt and thighs and the metaphorical flower of course... Honestly, there's a lot of easy targets. But the chest and tail base were the most standout ones.)

"I like making wands and artifacts! Especially creative ones, not just fireball this, fly that. They're profitable, they're interesting. New spells, fitting them into smaller amounts of diamond dust, twists or variations on effects - I couldn't be a mage in the industry, casting spells for making oil or paper or steel or whatever all day long, but development is great."

How convenient, to have so many targets in easy reach.

"You have enough mages and enough... industrial spells?" He guesses the term. "For that to be a thing where you're from? That's not a lifestyle I'd like, but after a decade here lots of graduates would be glad to settle down with something so safe and simple."

"I also like a challenge, a reason for creativity, though for me it's more about the applications of spells. Finding the perfect one for a given problem, or repurposing them inventively when a plan falls apart. If you stay here long enough you'll be able to watch me compete in the Breaching Festival, our famous school contest where dozens of people try to bypass the defences of the Hall of Wards."

She is appropriately appreciative!

"There's a lot of that, especially in cities. Something like three quarters of the cooking oil in the world comes from industry mages casting Apprentice's Fry over and over again. I'm noticing that Tirran magic focuses heavily on direct physical effects, and there's an understanding in which oil, and really excellent plant fertilizer, can be made out of things found in ordinary air. That's what most of these spells do. You don't need to understand the chemistry to cast it, just follow instructions. Steel too- The biggest two spells there are oxygen concentration and forced airflow, and the biggest limiter is how hard it is to get iron ore out of monster-infested lands. The breaching festival sounds really interesting. I might want to try, but not without watching it happen and preparing accordingly first."

Wand wand waaaaaand aaaand, "-That's a good stopping point."

Brush and wand float to desk.

She kisses him. "Don't force yourself up again on my account. Only if you want to. Or I can do all the work this time. Up to you- No pressure."

"Sounds a bit like alchemy. There is a spell here to make a big wall of iron, but it's supposed to be completely unworkable as a raw material if you want anything other than a wall."

"It is dangerous. Not many survivors in recent years, and mostly those who back out partway through."

He's cast another Prestidigitation while she was crafting, and this time tastes of cherry.

"You take the lead. But in the morning I'm preparing Bear's Endurance and then we'll see who's got more energy, that's the wizard's way."

"Fun~" Whether that's to the Breaching's lethality or the other thing is ambiguous.

The kisses go lower.