Snuggle. "Maybe. He can try it too if he likes."

"We'll see if he's willing. I'd just like to spare everyone from roof related incidents. I don't think idiots should die for being idiots, even if I'm not very sorry about it, and I don't want you to have to need better self-control to avoid things you don't want."

"Aw." Snuggle.

Snuggle.

"My life sure has taken several turns, hasn't it. Ordinary life to the auction house to plotting in the Emperor's bed. It's kind of funny."

"A little," he agrees, nuzzling her. "I like it when you plot."

"Really? I would have thought people plotting how to use power near you would be old by now."

"But none of those people were you."

She laughs and kisses him. "Because you like me, or because my plotting is inherently charming?"

"Both!"

"Aha." Kiss. "I see. I have seduced you with my charm and wit."

"Mmhmmm."

"Poor Emperor." Kiss.

Kiss. "Who, me? I'm delighted."

She hums, pleased, then kisses him again. These kisses are slowly sliding into more serious territory. Guess she isn't getting out of bed anytime soon. Oh well.

Mmmmmm. She's so kissable.

Is she? Gosh, she never knew, they'll just have to take advantage of this fact, won't they? Mm.

So kissable. Among other positive qualities.

He's got a number of positive qualities of his own. She's so appreciative of them. So very, very appreciative.

"How do you want to play this?" she murmurs. "Gentle?" Smirk. "Not?"

"I see merit in both options. And you?"

"The same." Kiss. ... Thoughtful look. "How much finesse can you do with Life while, mm. Occupied?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I might have an idea. Could you make me desperate for you?"

"Hmm. What do you mean by that, exactly—?"

Squirm. He's doing this on purpose. The jerk. (The really hot jerk that she adores.)

"I think I might like you to make me very sensitive and aroused, then, mm. Play with me a little. And possibly also tie me to your bed, now that I'm thinking in this vein."

"I can do that." Kiss.