Iramaat lets out a little noise and wriggles her hips against his hands with a laugh. Who needs wine when they've got each other to get drunk on? She gives his shoulder a slap with one hand and does a little exploring with her other, skimming over his belly and then to his waist and down, squeezing at one of his thighs with a broad grin.

"I suppose you'd better dig it up, then," she replies, still playing along with their silly back and forth, "And give it a very careful appraisal."