“Iced tea.” It was still a strange concept for the older warrior. She snaked a piece of ice before turning her back to the open appliance and facing him. “It has to be brewed either way.” She looked at Nyx, almost as if she were trying to decide something.
“You’re attractive.” It wasn’t said as if she was just noticing. It was just a statement of fact. “If you bed like you spar, with skill and passion, you are probably very good.” She gave him a soft swat to the abdomen before slipping away.
“I’ve not see you in so little clothes; suspected you were fit.” As if that explained her thought process. “Though I have known some who are fit with a complete lack of anything in the bed.” She found a spot on the kitchen tile that still seemed cool. With ice in hand, she softly rubbed it on the inside of her wrists. She made sure she left enough tile for him to claim.
“Where does the power come from?” She motioned to the appliance with one hand, as she applied ice to her neck with a shiver.