She could come stay in his bed any time she liked? Bast grinned. It wasn't that she hadn't heard such offers before, even from other immortals, because she certainly had. Sometimes with the additional incentive that it didn't matter if there were others already in said bed at the time, she was free to join in. And she'd taken advantage of such proposals a time or two in the past. This was different though.
First, he hadn't even kissed her yet, let alone fucked her. And those sorts of invitations usually came when all parties were sweating and trying to catch their breath. In other words, after she'd proven just how mind-blowing she could be in a bed. Yet here was the Celt, already offering to let her stay in his.
Secondly, and more importantly, Bast was starting to come to the conclusion that Manannan mac Lir might just be a bit of a kindred spirit when it came to independence. There was no way to be tied down or constrained when you had a shop and a great big ocean. Bast had a sneaking suspicion that the reason he lived on this boat was not just because he was a sea god, but because it allowed him a great deal of freedom. This was his haven. She absolutely understood that. And he was offering to share it once in a while.
That was actually sweet. The urge to hug his face to her bosom returned, though with slightly more lascivious connotations this time around. She'd wait a bit. Until she was naked at least.
Manannan mac Lir tried to tug her up, but she was quite pleased where she was. And she wanted him to join her. So she responded to his tug with one of her own, attempting to pull him down. As she did so, she gave him a little smirk and answered his question. “Both. But mostly the blanket. I like the way things feel. And I want to feel you. So c'mere.”