Pot and Kettle

There was an urge to shake her shoulders, the sensation of the current dancing down her nerves lingering even after he shifted away. Aoife cleared her throat as subtly as she could, brows shifting with his words. [color=#0074d9]“More likely, since they have all the dancing experience, I’d be made the fool.”[/color] Nobles always threw parties in the middle of a shitstorm. They had to maintain the facade that everything was, or would be fine to the rest of them or it would be chaos. It was, unfortunately, something he would have to put up with to gather and gain more support.

[color=#0074d9]“Oh no. I’ll need some. If only to stave off the embarrassment after I fall on my ass.”[/color] Just a little, enough so she could blame the heat settling across her cheeks on that and not his hands on her waist. Again her head shook, eyes shuttering to dispel the thought, her tongue having different ideas however. [color=#0074d9]“So… what I’m hearing is, ‘You’ll teach me, but I won’t have much opportunity to make a fool of myself and I can be barefoot?’ … make it more appealing why don’t you.” [/color]

She chuckled at first, again swaying, tilting against their entwined hands [color=#0074d9]“... Until you get fed up of me, or I..”[/color] her voice trailed quietly off, head shaking a thought away as she moved towards the tub. [color=#0074d9]“...We’ll just have to wait and see, but I promise I’ll enjoy it while I have it.” [/color]

Blue eyes glanced up as he moved, explaining he’d be back. [color=#0074d9]“Oh.. okay.” [/color]With a nod she returned to weaving her fingers through the water, adding drops of … whatever pleasing scent were contained in a few bottles. Ears listened until his footsteps had faded far enough before she voiced, [color=#0074d9]“... Am I being stupid?”[/color] her head turned to look at the mabari, still curled under the desk. Khali merely sighed deeply through her muzzle, eyes refusing to even open for her mistress. The mage rolled her eyes, gesturing with an open palm. [color=#0074d9]“Well you are no help at all.” [/color]Shaking her head, Leaf began slipping out of her clothes and sinking herself into the bath, leaning into the support of the tub once settled. Muscles relaxing with the heat, she’d slip her body further into the water until her head submerged. Again Khali didn’t stir, perfectly aware that her mistress was in no danger, merely soaking her hair.