Got The Feeling I've Been Talking to A Dead, Dead Line

Her own thoughts were straying in the same direction. But really, who could blame her? Eyrún had been on her own for quite some time now, without the intimate company of another - her dutiful little slave didn't count, for that was an entirely different sort of relationship. Fulfilling, yes, but in a different sort of way. At the end of the day she had to remind herself she was still a mortal and had all the desires of one, even if her focus was generally skyward. She was hardly a hedonist in the way her father had been rumored to be, but she wouldn't deprive herself of a positive experience simply because. Perhaps her gods had led her to this man for a reason, after all..

She let out a content sigh at his response to her. Enough about feeling as if she'd lost her purpose and was searching for it; her thoughts shifted to something far more tangible, suddenly lost in his company. "A man of fine taste," she grinned coyly at him, noticing he had moved to press closer against her. "Some adult company sounds wonderful to me." She emphasized the word 'adult', leaning into him and aiming to nip lightly at the side of his neck. "If you think you're man enough," she added with a smirk.