Even in the aftermath of their lovemaking, Isa would lightly tease the man. Sirius spoke of changing her rank and the cerulean fae chuckled, leaning up to nuzzle under his chin. "Mmm, yes. Can't have the Warlord bedding a slave, now can we?" She didn't mean it and her tone was soft and joking. That back and forth had begun whatever this relationship was. It wouldn't stop now, just because they'd finally indulged in one another.
Sirius continued, talking about his family and how they would be heartbroken at this development. Isa's brow furrowed and one pal paw drifted up to gently stroke his dark cheek. He told her that he wanted her... then asked her to stay with him. There seemed to be a nervousness in him when he asked this. Was he afraid that she would say no?
Isa's other paw moved up to grasp the man's opposite cheek, his blocky skull now held on either side by dainty digits. She looked him straight in the eye as she spoke, her accented tones soft as ever. "I don't think you could get rid of me if you tried, Warlord." A soft kiss brushed against his lips. "As for your family, are you sure they wouldn't just want to see you happy? I know quite a few of them, you know. They don't seem the type to deny you some happiness."
