Her grin grew and grew until she couldn't hold in her laugh at his descriptions of Ran. Eva had found her eerie but beautiful, to put both sentiments mildly. "Ooh-," she moved a bit, craning her neck to see Nate's face better, "that's good," she said of his comparison to the Rasputins demeanor and Ran. "I have seen her move, yes," she laughed, the moved further to sit up again. She put her hand on Nate's chest to ensure he stayed down, then motioned for him to flip over once she was on her knees. The rubbing he'd given her had reminded the queen of her actual intentions of luring him in for a lay-down.
Ugh, more talking about that. Instead of shushing the monster before her, she straddled his butt and began purposefully massaging his lower back, working with both loving fingers and magical sensations that were more to supplement than participate. Talk to Thor for closet reasons? "Yes." Sigh. She had ignored the comment about nailing said closet shut, but had enjoyed the nosing to her locks. Now that she'd moved, though, she supposed she ought to answer Mr. King-of-Helheim's question. "No. I realize how telling it is, but I didn't even have the slightest inclination to hide it from you, so that's probably even more reason to celebrate," she snickered and worked higher up his back. "These past few days have wrecked me, handsome. But I'm sorry I didn't make your transition any easier. I should've, actually, tried to hide it from you, come to think of it," she laughed outright, then, and her hands moved apart from each other over Nate's wide shoulders, fingers working with apology and affection.
"I told you I'd do what you needed me to do. I'll do better..." Helheim wouldn't be rebuilt in a day, after all. Her top half had bowed forward enough that Eva was able to kiss between Nate's shoulder blades, then she pulled back up to sitting. "If I found you face down like this later tonight I wouldn't be mad."