The idea of fun and games was foreign to her - and she wondered how she found herself in it. Was it as foreign to him as well.
"Skirt?" She met him with a small impish smile, "You'll have to teach me the steps." Part of her disagreed with the slight teasing that was going on, another part detachly attached a line stretching from the word teasing to flirting which Eir ignored pointedly. In her world, everything had a connection of sorts.
"I don't know any more about pingpong to tennis." She offered, "Maybe we can start with tennis first. "Are you alright--" Her words cut off as she suddenly froze and a look of consternation came over her.
"Someone is calling me." It came out faintly as she removed her hand from his and leaned slightly out as though hearing something in the air. She turned abruptly to Asklepios, "I have to go." That was rather rude of her, she knew, that inner dialogue that went on inside. And there wasn't time to do anything, "But we'll play tennis soon." and unabashedly pressed her lips against his cheek before fading into nothing.