"It wouldn't piss her off," he muses between kisses as they head off to his bedroom. "Just not be something she would appreciate."

Nakitarine returns cuddles, happily carrying Mahal off to the bedroom. There's a nice corner in it with fluffy blankets arranged in a sort of nest. It is her nest. Is is soft and warm and cuddly and good for a pair of daemons while their humans are busy. She curls up there invitingly and purrs loudly.

Meanwhile: kisses. Kisses, kisses, kisses. It's a nice bedroom, with only one bed (Adanya sleeps elsewhere) and only a little messy. If Rava's paying attention, there are a few daggers around, but they're all sheathed and neatly put away to the side.