Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
"Most certainly." The thought was endlessly amusing really. Then - not knowing Ari's level of skill drawing - the concept of illustrations seemed even more hilarious, it undoubtedly would be a timeless spectacle of sorts. Though Aspel's own amusement seemed to pale in comparison to the younger woman's in her arms. Well, if that wasn't some sort of hint as to what mischief the bard may get up to, Aspel certainly had no idea what was. "I shall look forward to it even." And with that, she would consider the conversation closed for now. That was until it was time to bring up such list to Ari once more of course.
"Mm." Was all that could be managed in response, and just when Aspel considered speaking, to try to make comment about holding Ari and trying to finagle a key out and into a lock would be a rather complicated maneuver for anyone to accomplish, even without their particular circumstances was when lips came in contact with her neck again. Really, all Aspel could do was let out a low, breathy moan in response.
"Perhaps," Her voice shook slightly. "it would be best for you to attempt such." There was a simple shift of her grip that would allow the other woman's feet to reach the landing with ease. All the while, Aspel assured that the bard would not fall while fighting to put the key in the lock and open the door. However, upon it's opening, the smith would usher the other woman through carefully before stepping in behind Ari herself.
"I do believe, I must make up for the torment you have inflicted upon me while I worked upon our ascent."
And with that, the door was pushed closed behind them, fingers assuring the lock before Aspel moved forward to exact revenge for Ari pushing her buttons just moments prior, before they both fell into bed.