middaeg | Intro Overflow: May

Extracting a promise is the best guarantee one can angle for without leverage. In the interest of making and keeping 'friends', Nel rather dislikes having to rely on blackmail for getting what she wants from Iramaat.

Although her heart wouldn't break if it came to that.

Pretending it's an afterthought, she passes the nearly empty food tray over, happy to defer the rest of the untested spoils to someone without reservations around stuffing them down her gullet. Polite and innocent interest keep her expression bland.

Vaguely flattering intimations never hurt. "I understand that our housing situation is temporary. We might have to make an adventure of looking for a place that can handle us."

Iramaat quite happily begins bolting down the rest of it as she nods and considers the thought. They will have to find a spot, won't they? That shouldn't be too hard, though. Right? No, no. She'll... commandeer one, if she needs to. No one will object, she wagers.

"Perhaps, perhaps. Depends on what we'd like to practice - how we'd like to get to grips with one another. More space is better of course. A proper training pit would be nice, but I'm at home in a meadow as anywhere else."

A low 'hmm' sound and she eyes Nel curiously.

"Live steel? Or should we find ourselves practice weapons as well?"

Fewer will object if they ask for forgiveness instead of permission!

A little smirk, the satisfied kind that's prone to sticking around, sits on Nel's mouth like it was meant to be there. "If you have to ask..."

For the first time in weeks, Nel allows a laugh-- more of a short exhale, nothing truly relaxed or free. "Joking, naturally. Live steel and hand-to-hand, should you be comfortable. And if you're not, would you like to be?" On any other person, the sideways look she shoots at Iramaat would be indisputably flirtatious. A lively glint of enthusiasm for the proposal dances there.

Oh. Oh. Iramaat resists the urge to flutter her eyelashes at her and instead just lets her grin grow a touch wider. There's something flirtatious in those words, that offer to test blade against blade and muscle against muscle. She can feel herself going all-a-tingle at the thought of it. Exciting.

"Oh, dear heart, I am comfortable with both - although if I wasn't, I am sure your kind invitation would have convinced me!"

She rolls a tidbit of food between her fingers, regarding Nel with a fond sort of curiosity. She's an interesting sort, isn't she? Distant but inviting. Playful, in her own way.

Iramaat wants to know more. Iramaat wants her. She's interesting.

"I'm sure we can teach each other much about swordplay and footwork and the throw of a wrestling match..." She waves her empty hand with a laugh. Not exactly flirtatious, but verging on it.

Dear heart just reminds her of an endearment Clair might use, successfully distracting Nel long enough for her guts to wrench sideways in painful longing. The promise of consensual one-on-one violence is convenient for pulling her focus in another direction, and with renewed intensity.

"You may regret ever agreeing to it," she says, "but I'm looking forward to seeing if you do."

And with that, a pact is sealed. Godspeed, ladies.

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