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"That makes sense," Mynoris grants Svana. "At first, Gods were a lot more clumsy about such things than humans because we had no intuition or instinct for it at all. Well, there was this one Goddess...but there, that's just speculation."

She nods to Blair. "What does divorce mean in your culture?" she is curious to know. "Our mortals had so many different opinions on it, I couldn't always keep track. As for Gods, well, we didn't have divorce." She shrugs. "Still, you look like a lot of the people who would have come looking for me back in the Old World."

"You might want to make sure there's someplace they can go. I think the fellow over there with the book might get a nose bleed if they attempted to have sex right in the main room. And I don't suppose the staff would be too thrilled either," she says dryly to Kira.

Svana also ordered. "I thought we were waiting for Urt. Really, he'll be doing most of the 'boinking.'" She grinned at the use of the unusual term. "Although, if you have the room already, I suppose we can go ahead and do it." She was still feeling that itch. "Anything in particular you'd like me to teach him?"

If anyone happens to look towards Jelryn during these last few exchanges, they'll probably note that he looks pretty embarrassed by the whole scenario. Once again he works on casting a spell, and this time when there's a soft 'pop' he looks much more satisfied.

Svana nodded, drinking her coffee. "I don't think he'll have any problem with submission." She stood, stretching, popping her stiff neck. "All right then, come on, kid, let's pop your cherry." She beckoned with one hand, casting Mynoris a daring look, as if to try to stop her.

At his table, Baldur was done interfering.

Mynoris had just been wanting to test to see how tense the man's shoulders really were, but as they are now moving away, she neither protests nor rushes after them. Shrugging she goes back to sit with Baldur. "I suppose at this point there's little to do except hope he survives and offer him a drink when he gets back," she says.

Svana rolled her eyes. "Don't look like you're going to your death, boy. The intention here is to blow off steam and have some fun. I can be fun," she promised with a purr.

No matter how much he resisted now, she had broken much stronger, unwilling men than him.

Back at the table, Baldur added, "And keep Urt from going up there at all costs if he shows up. Not if that kid wants to ever take a decent s**t again."

Mynoris arches an eyebrow at Baldur. "Are you willing to distract him? From the sounds of things, I don't have the right charms for the task," she says dryly. And with her figure, well, she probably couldn't even pretend to look kind of mannish. Not without someone surgically or magically altering her at any rate.

"I'm sure he will survive. Firstly, while they're both being rather vicious about the whole deal, they don't seem to be plotting his murder. Secondly, he has to be in a position to get married, or your little nemesis isn't going to get what she wants. Though, it might have been a blessing to kill the poor kid; it doesn't sound like his life is going to get much better under her thumb. But, between worlds, I don't know where his soul would go, so it's best to not tempt fate."