"I will be glad for you to hold me to that, or hold me in so many other ways," she replies, eyes sparkling with mischief.

She lets her body sprawl back on the couch, lounge, as he lifts her legs over his lap.

Kreyu makes pleased noises as rubs the soles of her feet. There are patterns even here, Roses mostly, here and there with a hint of thorns. "Only the ones that are readily visible to all are for happiness," she explains. "You could rub preening oils into the other ones, if you like." When he finds them, of course.