[ Another flash of movement, and Saya appears in front of him, almost seeming to float for a breath before she settles. Her arms slide around his shoulders in a way that is not at all like when she embraced him before. That had been a simple hug, contact to feed Ellipsa's requirements, a smattering of affection buried somewhere within. This is touching because she wants to, because she's drawn to. She focuses her magic tightly around her body, the whole of her gleaming with it, ensuring that it's burning bright where they're touching. ]

[ She presses slowly but purposefully closer, giving him a good taste of the shape of her through her dress. Hopefully giving his thoughts a place to linger, later. ]

I don't have an end goal. [ Her eyes glint, and she seems to consider this, ] Beyond, perhaps, catching your interest. [ Which she clearly has done, though if he had more of it to give she'd gladly take it. ]

[ They're royalty, they're not going to go rutting in this husk of a building. But oh, part of her wants to. She can be tightlaced and proper, and that has its appeal, but the wild parts of her want what they want, and in this moment that would be Red Son pushing her back against one of these creaky walls to rattle the dust loose. She's not accustomed to delayed gratification of this kind, however -- it agrees with her. She's always been one for anticipation games. And if he truly has no experience, he deserves better than a quick romp in a haunted house. She'd show him better if he lets her. ]

I hope you do take me up. You've barely scratched the surface of what I can do with the right partner.