Nadaar, who had for a time alternated between eating and casually observing, cannot help but raise a brow and cock his head to the side at the dork comment. And in fact, he spent a good minute or so there, muttering and rolling the word over his tongue, as many a brain cell went to work on dissecting its meaning in draconic mind. Even once it appeared he arrived at some conclusion, he still appeared confused, but mindful enough to hold his tongue for a bit.

The whole spiel about Zack's motivation about protecting others go voer his head. But funnily enough, Angar's comment about 'not leaving until tomorrow morning' did appear to at least jump start the dragonborn's mind, and even earn an almost -- ALMOST sheepish grin in turn before his attention returns to Sarah's offer. "Hm? Ah, well, Lady Nadia, I've already other--" He gives Sarah a sly glance. "-arrangements for a guide for this evening. It would be foolish of me to wander, though the offer is most appreciated. But... no. Best I find a field or small enough clearing closer at hand to continue my training with these." He gestures to the scimitar's at his back. Nadaar starts to say something, then after quick look to Zack and Sarah, motions her closer to whisper, "This is somewhat embarrassing to say, but... Is it normal for humans to refer to their compatriots as 'Whale *****?" This he asked with a look of both mild concern and genuine seriousness.

Nadia frowns a bit at the denial but it fades quickly, understanding why the Dragonborn had done so, considering she had been present while those ‘arrangements’ had been planned. Her smile returns to her face after a nod of the head. “Don’t train too hard then, yeah? Don’t wanna use up all your energy before tonight.” The ranger gives Nadaar a knowing wink.

When Nadaar motioned her over, she does so, leaning over to listen to his inquiry, and Gods above was it worth the listen. She nearly choked on her spit, her mouth clamping shut to contain a loud laugh, but at most she could be seen beaming at this perfect opportunity. “Oh, yeah, yeah,” Nadia nods, playing this off. “It’s completely normal. It was weird the first time I heard it too, but it’s endearing to them, it seems, so I didn’t look too much into it.” 

Zack couldn't help but snort out a  laugh. Already volunteering me for things huh? But I don't mind. I am the one who suggested we see who the 'skull guy' was. Nice to meetcha Angar. As I think you're already aware, Names Zack. Former local.  He nodded when Sarah asked. Looking around before responding, making sure it was only the present company.  yeah, to be honest, I haven't had a chance to bathe in almost a week, so I'm sure that those not traveling with me while my lack of hygene got worse would probably notice. I'm surprised my pops didn't say anything now that I think about it, but then again, I guess he had other things on his mind. But yeah.. I'll... he was in the middle of speaking and digging through his admittedly small coin-pouch, now that his share was gone, when Nadia handed the pair of silvers over herself.

This got him to chuckle a bit, as this situation was a hilarious. He felt there might just possibly be a bit of electricity in the air. And in a small way, if he was right, his pride felt, ever so slightly stroked. His eyes glancing over to Angar if only to see how he was reacting to this entire scenario when Nadia continued. As promised.  he thought, any doubts that may have normally surfaced at a time like this were held down after his talk with his dad, actually feeling better about it all. Simply returning her wink with one of his own, though the corner of his lip curled up in a half-smile. His peripheral watching Sarah's reaction. Looking forward to it to it... he paused, considering his next word, and decided to take a risk hermoso. his reasoning was two fold, one to find out if the definition was 'positive' and also to find out if he used it right, considering he had no idea what it meant.

After her likely humored response, he would say Haha.. ah.. Well. Still. And yeah, I intended to head back anyway and help the old man with his chores for the day but he convinced me to come here first. So I'll join you. I've heard the roads around here are dangerous for lugheads like me... May wanna hold my hand or... something so I don't get lost... Might end up in an outhouse by accident... he says with a feigned sigh as he gets up to take whatever cup that Sarah had to offer for his father,. 

However his curiosity was  bit raised Oh? Nadaar? you have plans tonight? I'm surprised, I thoguth by your reactions that you had no respect for humans... I wonder what you got planned? he says, friendly enough, but it's also somewhat teasing the lead Ah, whatever it is I'm sure it'll be fine. Lets just hope that another claymore wielding dragonborn shows up where you challenge him to a duel with his own favored weapon! Yeah, I saw that! But you got balls. his goal with these comments was unclear even to him, but somehow he felt the atmosphere demanded it, with the situation. 

Ah, training? I think I might do some training with Nadia tonight. he said, leaving the specific context ambiguous. He was however, far enough away to not hear Nadaar's inquiry nor Nadia's response. What's normal? he asked, looking at her sideways, and regardless, after hearing her response.. if there was one would wait till Sarah supplied the drink itself, if she hadn't already before saying In any case, please be sure to escort me, Lady Nadia.

Nadaar initially raised a brow ridge at Nadia's response, yet ultimately nodded and leaned away with a very thoughtful look on his face. Decorum would dictate he further address the matter with Zack and confirm it, as the source was second hand. However, even as blunt the Dragonborn could be, he shook his head lightly the idea, believing the setting to be not right. 'Later, yes... later' He thought before appearing to tune back into the conversation at the table.

Although he fortunately either missed or refrained for commenting about the forced volunteering comment, instead having added "I assumed it was your default musk. Go figure" over the bathing statement, the same did not held true for the crass jest about respect. To which, those closest to Nadaar could start to smell the scent of burnt cinnamon begin to fill the air for the moment as he narrowed his eyes to dangerous slits. "Hmph! He suggested I give my best shot, and so I did. And had the situation been differently, tooth and nail would've been unleashed -- BUT, be that as it may, once again you seem to be under a mistaken impression of me. Or, as I am begining to understand, you revel at agitating those around you. Either which way, I would politely ask -- for what feels like the THIRD time -- to not casually blacken my reputation." He said with hard points, and clearly restrained phrasing.

Then he breathed through his nose, and glanced over to Sarah, giving her a both defeated and questioning 'Has he always been like this?' sort of look. No matter the answer, Rillex padding on downstairs, and ultimately distracts the Dragonborn by hopping/fluttering onto the table to start gnawing at the Dragonborn's remaining meal. "O' for the love of Hlal. When it rains, she certainly makes sure it pours." He stated, though with all the earlier annoyance having vanished in Rillex' presence. In fact, there was even a small smile to grace his snout. "Either way, off with you two! As mentioned last, you may not often get a chance to visit home, so best make the most of it day, Zack." He said, the smile gone, but the mild anger having instead receded to the increasingly more usual mild annoyance the Dragonborn had in the case of the swordsman.

Nadia could only chuckle lightly and smile at Zack's attempt at elvish, finding it both endearing and adorable that he decided to take a shot at her native tongue. If anything, she decided that on their little walk she would teach him some words and phrases that will be useful to know for the future. The difference between hermoso and hermosa, linda, más duro...  Important words, definitely. Though, whatever smile she had donned (even after playing a little joke on Nadaar) had quickly faded when the fighter made the one comment she knew the Dragonborn wouldn't be happy with.

The second she smelt cinnamon, she shuffled away from that to the entrance of the inn, not going to get into whatever could be sparked from his words. Men will be men, she told herself, and had Zack wanted to retort back, she would wait patiently with her arms folding in front of her chest, staring at the camera like she was on The Office. When the two were ready to set out, she bids a good day to the others in the inn then opens the door for Zack. "Watch your step, Sir Zack. We don't want you tripping now." She jests, even sticking out her tongue at him playfully as he made his way out the door.

After closing the door behind her, and without even a second thought, she reaches out for Zack's free hand and laces their fingers together. "Sorry, but I can't have you wondering off on me," Was her excuse in doing so, saying nothing else on the matter if questioned. Even despite her heart pounding in her ears, she cracks a smile just as they take a few steps down the path towards his house. She knew this peace wouldn't last for long, and did she know how often they would be able to casually hold hands like this, but she was sure to revel in it all she could before they went back on the road.

"Sooo," She starts when her heart beat decided it wanted to chill out. "How does it feel to be back, Zack? Did it change much from how you remember it?"

Nadia hands over the two silver to Sarah who meets the payment with a quick glare before following up with a friendly smile. Of course. I'll see to it father has the bath drawn and warmed, for two. And let me fetch that pitcher of beer for you. It's awfully kind of you to help. Sarah then heads to the back briefly to out away the dirty dishes and fetch the beer. Meanwhile while the others talk Zack notices Angar the staff so the skull is no longer pointed at Nadia. Zack hears him say in a whisper Yorick stop being gross! No I can't leave you on the roof tonight. Sarah returns with the pitcher of beer, placing it on the table for Zack just as he is angering his dragonborn companion once again. The smell of burnt cinnamon does not go unnoticed and the smell lingers on the air even after all is said and done, causing Nadaar to get a few worried looks from the few locals in the tavern. Zack takes the pitcher of beer, leaving the wooden mug in its place for Sarah. She grabs the mug and stares as Zack and Nadia finally make their way out. Once the door shuts she starts Nadaar notices Sarah's grip tighten around the solid wooden mug as she mumbles damned elven c- her words cut off as the mug shatters into splinters as Sarash grip tightens into a fist. Sarah then gives a resigned sigh and looks over to Nadaar for a few brief moments before returning a smile to her face. oops. Must have been a flimsy mug haha. Guess I'll clean this up. And don't take anything Zack says to seriously. He certainly never has unless it was talk about being a hero. When she finally notices Rillex a more genuine smile appears across her face. Aw how cute. What's his name? 

All Zack could do after Nadaars response was sigh. He closed his eyes in mild frustration, as he finally decided to just treat the dragonborn as an arms-length ally at best. You don't even try to understand that it's what people who consider someone else a friend. But fine, if that's how you want it. His own expression when his eyes opened again, was one of 'you get what you ask for.' and where he would normally pat the person in question on the shoulder, he simply took  what had been given by Sarah, nodding and saying Thanks Sarah. You've always been a great friend. Might have been more had I not left. But thats on me eh? his tone was neutral, and somewhat flat. He more or less knew what was going to happen tonight. Before she had gone into 'customer mode' he had seen the eyes she was making, and it had told him all he needed to know: She had given up not that he blamed her all things considered but also she was .. handing herself out like she wasn't worth more, and with that, breif moment, as judgmental as it may be.. as much as it relied on an assumption... whatever lingering feelings he may have had otherwise, were thrown to the wind. Though a small bit of bitter sting was still there, not something he really had control over, and thus what led to some of his actions over the last few minutes.

As he turned away, he made sure his smile wasn't present until he turned completely to face Nadia. Following her out, and intentionally 'tripping' when she makes her comment, if only to play into the joke more. I'll be careful, sweetheart. he'd say in reply, before she continued Even despite the palpable sting in his aura, he smiled and laughed genuinely, maintaining it sincerely as his own fingers squeezed with hers as they laced together, using that little bit of her arm that was 'over' his own to pull her closer.  so that their shoulders and arms would be touching. There, now we're attached at the hip~ he said, the possible double entendre of potentiality escaping him. He honestly wanted to do more but kept hismelf back, such as put his arm around her or something but, he also respected her taking a step herself, and honestly liked it too. As they walked, he held the container in his other hand, keeping it steady. Part of him wondered if what Nadia had done back there was similar to why he reacted the way he did?

Regardless, they had made it part of the way, holding hands like a couple in front of the sparse but occasional townsfolk, which made him smirk to see how she was handling it. And as she commented, he would spend the first several minutes ruminating.. Physically, the town is the same. I haven't seen any new houses. The townsfolk are minding their own business as they usually do. Ma's gone, and my father is older. Certain people have grown up. So honestly, not much different than I expected. But maybe its better that way. Some places need to stay the same, or we might forget where we came from or some other poetic statement like that, haha. And all things considered... I think things are better for me this way. If I had stayed, I'd probably still be working on the far not that there's any shame in it, its honest, hard work.. but I wouldn't have been able to meet some of the special people in my life he avoided taking a jab at Nadaar who was quickly losing that status.

And, had I not... you might not be here with me today. Holding my dorky hand. with your cheeks as red as an apple, even on that skin tone... his smile wide, but sincere as he looked, his usual 'upbeat' look had returned as he confidently teased the elf.  And honestly, it's cute as hell. Balances out your usual sexyness~ his eyes looked down for a moment at those plump lips and as much as he wanted to, he felt like he had to add And I'll take you to the few shops we got here, but I don't think the selection will be great. However, if it's just arrows... well.. we hunt out here so... should be plenty. 

He'd wait for her to get about halfway through her response, before his fingers would slip out of hers, only to slip back inside, the other way as his hand slinked around her waist, and pulled her close, to where her own hip would be pressing against his own, or at the very least, his leg. leaning down while she was still somewhat off-guard, and would casually press his lips to hers. They weren't too fr off from the Warwicks homestead.

Nadaar says nothing at first, as the whole Mug display left him staring in both mild shock and growing infactutation. Fact of the matter is, he may have stayed sitting there playing absently with golden whiskers if not for Rillex brushing a wing against scaled face. "Oof! Hmph! O' you." He shoots Rillex a halfhearted glare before returning to look at Sarah. Something of a mistake on his part, as he appear to lose himself again in her eyes for a second or two too long....

"... Rillex. That's... it's his name. Though he's not mine in the sense, of uhm, your typical fair. Him being a Tressym -- a rather sentient, uhm.... uhhh... Bath me -- I-I mean, Bathe with me. No! Nono--" A very much flustered Nadaar said, looking down at the table at that point, while wagging a finger. He then faces her again and carries on with a sheepish grin," Water. Cold.. How much again?" This, he asked while blindly patting  himself down until eventually putting two gold pieces down.

Romance wasn't Nadia's specialty by a long shot. Sneaking around, killing things, helping where she could, that was what she would say she was good at, but romance? Outside of the novels, she had no clue, and obviously real life wasn't a book. Hand holding was no big deal! She held hands with people before (the slut), so why did it, in her mind, feel like the dirtiest thing in the world? They've shared a kiss already, slept in the same bed, but, of all things that made her heart face and face burn, was hand holding? Nadia felt like an utter buffoon at her over reaction, wondering why she decided to pull that bold of a move... Yet there was reassurance that managed to break past her worry when he squeezed her hand and pulled her closer to him, and she finally cracked a smile at him because of it.

Whatever looks they earned while they made their way were ignored by the elf, she focusing her attention on him when he spoke, mindlessly drawing her bottom lip between her teeth as she listened to him intently while her gaze was held downward on the path. Though she would soon look up at him again when he brings up meeting the special people in his life, the corners of her lips tugging upwards when he speaks of her, the tips of her ears turning a light shade of pink when he mentions the blush on her face. She snorts a bit at the second bit, even giving him a roll of the eyes, only to ultimately smile in the end of it.

"Eres muy afortunado, eres guapo," She comments to herself with a shake of the head before moving on to respond to him. "Well, like they say, all things happen for a reason... I'm very fortunate you saved me that day, pretty sure I wouldn't have made it had it not been for you, and, hah, I'd be lying if I said I didn't like--" She was cut short with his lips on hers, even before she could react to his movements to get to this point. The kiss was chaste, yet sweet, and quick, to a point where she blinked in surprise and muttered the finishing word to her sentence: "This." 

A nervous laugh emits past her throat as her face practically began to glow red now. "Haha, I'm gonna have to get used to that, aren't I?" She questions, not really thinking about the words coming out of her mouth. She thinks for a second, her lips thinning momentarily before making a decision and leaning forward to place a kiss of her own on his lips. Soft, innocent, and it lasted a bit longer than the previous one. The elf pulled away with a shy smile, her voice low for his ears alone. "I'm not complaining about it, just wanted to save some for later tonight."

Nadaar, Sarah looks at you and smiles her usual friendly smile all while she deftly pockets the two gold. Rillex is a cute name. As for the bathe, I can have that drawn up now or later. What's your pleasure? Sarah seems to be ignoring your unusual slip of the tongue though her smile does make her look more like a lioness stalking prey. 

Zack and Nadia, while you were out you were able to (or eventually do) run into one of the local residence who gladly accepts coin in exchange for some of his arrows (normal cost) 

Nadaar dumbly nodded as if the motion was answer enough. A few seconds of this however, he stopped, catching himself, and with an acknolwedging "hmph", appear to regain some of his composure before looking back up to Sarah. "You asked what my pleasure is? Well, one would be your continued company. But, I believe we both knew that one already." He smiled, unafraid to show a teeth at this point. "Just as it would likely surprise you not that learning more about you would be another." Nadaar adds, as his gaze became of a smoldering look.

".. and of the town, as well; but, I do believe I've been too greedy already in occupying so much of your time as is. Draconic habits, unfortunately. We do so love strength and gold. Though, not always in the ways people expect." Nadaar chuckled and leaned back in his seat. But after a moment's pause, appearing to have remembered the request, the chuckle that comes out is... not qutie shy or sheepish, but close to the two. "Look at me getting carried away. Heh. If its not too much trouble, I would have it draw up now, if that's alright?" 

He hadn't noticed, but after a while, he mentally noted that his breathing was slower, and harder. He was experiencing his own form of what she was experiencing. He was a little lightheaded, and his ears were on fire - his mind not helping as images flashed through his mind. Perhaps his face was a shade or two different, however, he couldn't notice it, and if not for the pallet change, his face wouldn't show it otherwise. His eyes were alertly wide as his whole world focused into that tunnel vision that men tended to suffer from in a moment. She seemed to be enjoying it all, which garnered a smile from him, his own eyes changing from walking the path, to her face, and back and forth.. each tiem his gaze returned, it was looking at some other feature... her lips, her eyes, her cheeks, he hadn't thought to look at her ears... her nose... taking in each in detail.

Yeah. Everything does happen for a reason. a long exhalation escaping his nose. During both kisses, he seemed to cease to breathe, as if it could hold the moment a little longer. His fingers squeezing just a bit more and a soft rumble escaping his throat in a satisfied growl-sigh. Mm. Whether it was due to me or not... I'm glad you survived to meet me at all. it was clear he wanted to say more. There was an underlying thing, he just wanted to let out, but right now, was not the time, and he smiled in knowing, and would leave her in suspense of what it was for now. And short of you getting bored of me... yes. I tend to do what I wanna do in the moment...  it was at this point, she would notice, most likely, that his voice held that slightly rougher tone of someone part speaking, part ruminating on their internal thoughts with want. So i may kiss you... I may .. touch you... Pick you up.... or, I may just take you by the hand~ the last part was said with a husky tone, as if leading it into a more intimate play, but smiling, as he teased the cute elf before him. 

He leaned his head in close, short of her pushing him away, and.. simply brushed his lips against her own, his nose doing much the same, whether by intent or not, as his eyes locked to hers throughout the entire process. But aye... tonight... I wonder just what you have planned? he said in such a way it was hard to tell if he really knew or not. and with a heavy sigh, he pulls away, until they reached the door of the place where the arrows could be purchased. Somewhat impatiently waiting for the transaction to be done. Staying outside if only to limit his more 'direct' exposure to more of the townsfolk...

But when Nadia returned, he slipped his arm around her, to her opposite waist, and pulled her close, his hand guiding hers to do the same for him .. however, his free hand then lacing it's fingers between hers, and gripping  while the other one settled in nicely in such a way to hold the mug, without it hitting her every step. Eventually, the pair making it to the Fair Abode...

Zack and Nadia, you eventually make your way back to Zacks home. Zacks father is not inside, but rather out in the field working. Bringing the pitcher of beer over he thanks you both and takes a swig straight from the pitcher before putting it securely off to the side. Thank ya kindly. Guess that means you saw Sarah again son? I'm sure she's glad to know you're alive and well. So what are you two lovebirds up to today. You getting ready to leave or sticking around a little longer? 

Nadaar, back at the inn Sarah blushes and gives you a genuine smile at the compliment. The smile fades shortly after, becoming a frown as she stares off apparently lost in thought. Just as quickly as the smile faded it's back though it certainly feels like a customer service smile this time. Your too sweet hun. But don't worry about taking up my time. Not much goes on around here. I'm glad for the company. Let me go draw your bath. With breakfast over I don't expect many people to come in until about lunch. And if they do, well they know better than to pilfer the shelves without leaving behind coin. So if you are curious, we can talk for a while. Her smile then changes back to one of a predator stalking its prey. Unless of course you're too shy. She winks at you and then leaves the bar, heading upstairs she calls out I'll let you know when it's ready! After she leaves you notice a mug of fresh wine has been poured and placed in front of you. You're not entirely sure how it got there. The room falls silent as the last of the morning patrons leave to work their fields. Any attempt to make conversation with Angar is met with silence as you suddenly notice he too has seemed to have left without your notice. Rillex finishes the last of your left over food and purrs constantly as he lays on your lap.

Nadaar, for a brief while there, looked concern at the frown and wondered if perhaps he pushed things a bit too soon. But seeing her smile, even if not quite the one preferred, brought such relief that he returned it with an unguarded one. Although soon after taken a bit back by the change in tone, he licked his chops in anticipation and unabashedly watched her leave. "My thanks again!" He called back after her. It isn't until after that a sense of propriety lead to him to not only noticing the mug, but also surreptitiously looking around and see the lack of... well, anybody, really.

Which felt strangely discomforting until he again remembered the opportunity set before him! Thoughtlessly, he pumped a fist into the air with a sharp, "Yes!" before shocked by believing it to be loud, immediately lowered the hand down to start sipping at his wine. "Keep it together, Nadaar. The day is still young, and it's been far too long for you to be over confident now. Humans tend to have different sensibilities, after all.We cannot rush this too much." He spoke of aloud, but more quietly as he went for another sip added, "Even though, we so, so, so want to -- Mm!" At that, he waits patiently for the word, content to while away the time scratching Rillex' neck and letting his thoughts drift to the future. Even in his lust drunk state, a part of the mind wandered to genuine questions he had for Sarah. Even if someone had obvious and easy answers, others.... left him worried.

It was far too soon to broach a special one in particular. But once it came to mind, and after hitting it off so well, the lustful gaze and smile soon turned to thoughtful yet worried grins.

There was something about his voice now that made a delightful shiver run down Nadia's spine. How it was low, just enough for her to hear, husky, almost rough, and he wasn't even speaking of anything remotely intimate, aside maybe the last bit that could have held more connotation had she thought more into it (which she most definitely did). Even despite noticing the tinge of color on his face, he spoke so easily, smoothly, as if this were second nature to him. She never gave off any indication that she wanted to pull away from him just yet, wanting to revel in this moment, to indulge in his teasing, even if with each sentence she could feel her knees growing weak. If this was her reaction to just his voice, how would it be later tonight, she would wonder, and, truthfully, she simply couldn't wait to find out.

She let excitement keep her standing, a cocky little smirk tugging at the corner of her lip while her eyes were locked into his gaze. "There is no way I could grow bored of you so easily, Zack Fair, but please do continue in doing what you wish to do to me... As for whats planned tonight..." Despite her heart pounding in her ears, her throat nearly drying up, she manages to continue, "Un tipo especial de entrenamiento. Solo tu y yo." With one last final kiss, and a cheeky little wink, she, very reluctantly, pulls away from him to go ahead and buy what she needed from the store, ensuring the fighter she would be quick seeing as he decided to wait outside.

A smile returns to Nadia's face when she sees him again after a successful purchase (3 bundles of 20 arrows), welcoming his touch, nearly melting into it as they made their way to his home. Upon approaching his father, she released her grip on Zack for him to easily pass the pitcher over to him, giving him a respectful nod in greeting, her cheeks having reddened ever so slightly at him referring to them as 'lovebirds'. "He was going to show me around town, show and tell me about the place he grew up, but..." Nadia looks around the farm. "Would you like some help, Mister Fair? I'm not much of a farmer, more of a hunter like mi mama, pero I am a quick learner! I wouldn't mind spending a few hours here lending a hand. I-if you need it, of course!"

Zack father smiles and says That's kind of you to offer. If you two wouldn't mind, and if you work well with animals miss, I wouldn't be opposed to some help in the barn. Just need to get the animals pens cleaned and food put out for them. Don't worry though, I won't keep you here too long. Besides I'm sure Zack can show you the ropes ain't that right boy? 

Nadaar, you wait for a while in silence. You have the inn pretty much to yourself at the moment. Rillex rests comfortably in your lap content to be pet for the time being. Eventually you head Sarah's voice behind you. Your bath is ready, follow me if you would. Sarah waits for you at the foot of the stairs and leads you up to the very top of the building. There is a tub filled with warm water, a candle lights the room partially, but most of the light in natural, coming through a glass pane installed in the roof. This allows for privacy but also afford a nice view of the sky. Towards the back there in another window which seems to be connected to a pulley system, likely how she gets the water up here without carrying it upstairs. Underneath the tub is a small fire, just enough to keep the water steamy but not scalding. On a small table next to the bath is a bottle of wine and a glass set out. Sarah walks over to the tub and puts a hand in the water. Seems just about right, come test it and see if it's too hot. She looks over to you giving you that same predatory stare as before. I wouldn't want it to be too hot for you.

Nadaar sets Rillex on the table on the back of a whispered words "be back later". As little as the Dragonborn cared whether his little friend bathed with him or not, he figured the Tressym to be of a mind to not care for so much water. And that was discounting the cat side of the equation!

Soon enough, the Dragonborn ascends the stairs after Sarah, enjoying the view along the way, if only incidentally so. The time he spent contemplating before still held sway. So much so, he hadn't even noticed he still carried the mug; long emptied of most of its contents. Once in the new room, a few moments are taken to just drink in the sights and nod appreciatively at some of the clearly more personal touches put forth. Whatever doubts he had about staying the one more day disappear from mind as he strode over dip a hand as well. "Hm... So it seems to be. But, a tub this size... a flame so small, I'd fear the water chilling too soon if alone..... and then there is this full bottle too--" He had already positioned himself well enough, so that when he reached over and past, he would come within easy sneaking a kiss range.

He, however, he restrained himself, and would instead continue to stay intimately close while feigning interest in the bottle. "It all seems too much for one dragonborn alone. Have any ideas how we might amend this without wasting all the hardwork, my bold lioness?" He asked smoothly, and this time reaches up cup her cheek with a free hand. And if things continued where he thought, an off-handed gesture at the door summons the spirit of wonder to close the door on that final note before disappearing back into the ether. Although on the off chance he was too forward, short of a strike, Nadaar backed off with grace.

Sarah looks into your eyes and places a finger underneath your chin, as if holding up a crystal ball to get a better look into its facets. I'm sure we can find a way. But first we must get you undressed. Won't be much of a bath otherwise.  When your hand cups her cheek, and the door closes, she glances over to it for a brief second, likely not used to seeing magic used much If ever. She looks back and you and gives you that predatory smile once again as her hands start to motion towards removing your clothes, and soon after hers as well. With a strength one would not expect from someone with her slim features, she guides you into the tub. Resting on you she leans in for a kiss, and presses up against you. 

A few hours later the bottle of wine is empty, and you both remain in the tub, tired, a bit intoxicated, but both certainly satisfied.

Absolute Bliss. Fitting words for the state Nadaar found himself in at the end of several hours of passion. During which, he enjoyed every second of the lessons taught within it about humans, some of their sensibilities, even... tastes. As well as some limits to to perhaps keep in mind, fun and reinvigorating though certain special moments were at the time. As he laid there in the tub, staring up at the skylight and basking in the afterglow, the Dragonborn held Sarah close atop of him in one hand as the other rested on the edge of the tub in an almost lackadaisical manner.

Given half an hour at this point, and a bit of water to drink, they -- from Nadaar's perspective at least -- needed not leave the tub too soon. Or Nadaar's bed, if they could be bothered to move the next few rounds of love making to more dryer location. Although a sly smile played at his lips in remembering the music to his ears that was her learning the interesting way the many benefits of an almost perhensile tongue and near amphibious nature of black scaled dragonborn.

But before long he softly sighed upon noting the sun had long since, if not was in the process of setting. A signal as clear as any of father's likely awakening and return to work, and any weary travelers arriving in time for dinner, if not procuring a room for the evening. So, short of her being asleep, it was with a heavy heart that he kissed her forehead before whispering, "I'm all for keeping you to myself for however long I can, my dearest Sunshine. Truly. But, perhaps now there are things yet we should see to?"He hinted at  at least once. But if she proves stubborn or was simply asleep, he did not press. But rather, he summoned Wonder once more to put on some visible clothes and tend to the bar for a while.

As their banter continued... he couldn't help but chuckle at her response. That's good then, that you wont. And now that I have permission, I shall do so without reservation~ he says in a mock impression of what he'd sound like if he were a bit more 'high class.' While he never felt weak in the knees, there was a persistent sensation in his chest like when one is awaiting a response to a very important question, except it remained, sometimes powerfully, other-times in the background. His own mind was swimming about the events yet to unfold, things he wanted to do, and when they turned to more intimate thoughts, he couldn't keep the expression entirely from his face. His eyes held a desire that spoke more than words ever could, and when finally she replied.....

His smile would go wide, revealing his true-smile the one that danced when he was about to be playful.. or a smartass... Ah, I see. So that's what's gonna happen? I look forward to it then~  in reference to her elvish commentary. When finally she gave the third and final peck, he would push into it more, though not in a heated-passion sort of way, as opposed to an 'i want more of this' sort of desire. But, he would let her slip away when she did so, but now without his fingers caressing along her wrist, palms, and fingertips before finally parting in full. 

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Eventually, body-against-body they made their way back to the farmhouse. And upon seeing his father in the field, he leans towards that direction. Once more, when she began to slip away, he allowed his fingers to caress along her back, if there was any exposure at all, before finally slipping away to hand it over. Smiling when his father said what he said, his eyes darting back to Nadia to see her reaction, before turning his head back around, and putting his laced fingers behind his head. Yeah, I did see her again. he said, considering telling old Pa something but ultimately thinking better of it. But you sure you just want the Barn .. Ah.  he said realizing what old pop was up to. 

Yeah I can show her whats up, though she seems to be naturally gifted in.. many ways. his eyes once more on Nadia. So, what say we get down and dirty before we... clean up.