He gives her a look. "Do I have to? Are you also gonna ask me to hiss?"

"Yes!"

Sadde snickers.

He rolls his eyes, then looks her in the eyes and growls.

It's not terrifying, because it's obviously not meant that way, but it's definitely powerful.

"Whoa, that's really weird."

"Can you come here and make out with me again?"

He smirks. "But what about poor Willow? She still needs to hear–" and then he hisses.

That one's a little bit more frightening. It's kinda difficult for a hiss to not be somewhat unnerving.

"...that's kinda scary."

"It's kinda hot."

Theo raises an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"

(Sorry, Willow.)

"...can I borrow some sage, fish eyes, and parsley? And then, um, go?"

"Sure, you know where to find them," he says, still looking at Theo. "Are you sure you wanna go?"

"Who, me?"

He starts slowly walking Sadde-wards.

"No, Willow."

Who has disappeared into Sadde's magic room.

Well, isn't that convenient.

Theo leans down to kiss Sadde, growling a bit more.

Ooooh!

Sadde might have recovered some of his strength, given the way he's pulling Theo closer.

She will be going, then. She closes the door silently behind herself.

Bye, Willow! Sorry, Theo's mouth is too busy to say that.

Theo is glad about the recovered strength. It would be quite boring if he had to do all the work, and he had to worry about Sadde being fragile. (He's still not being rough, though – Sadde probably isn't totally fine.)

Not totally fine, no, but getting finer by the second. He repositions himself so he—and Theo—are lying along the length of the sofa, his head on an armrest.

Finer by the second, eh? Well, that's good.

Rrr.

And now there's nibbling! He's just asking for it, isn't he?

Why, whatever could Sadde mean. Theo? Asking for nibbling?

Yes.

Sadde will eventually recover enough that they can move on to other things. Things that require less clothing. And he won't really care much to move to the bedroom, so if Theo wants that he'll have to ask.