Her hands at his back - and that aft tilt - made him bold, the shimmering surface of the pool rippling with the depth of his pleased purr. His grin only widened, hands slipping further down to cup said canted aft for leverage, slooowly dragging her up closer through the oil.

"Well. I could schedule you for the whole night. As well as other dates, for fun, if we enjoy the first game. Even Guild Leaders like calling a recess before too late in the evening..."