But Naal was particularly fun to go back and forth with because she didn't seem as prone to overreaction. There was a sort of measured approach about her that was endearing, but it poked at the part of Nariko that liked a challenged, that wanted to play around just to see how long she could. It wasn't malicious but she knew that it registered that way, at times, especially with overly serious types. So the touch was a relief, another reminder that everything was still going well.

Which meant that she could sigh pleasantly at that touch, the eventual weight in her hair that saw her eyes closing briefly.

"Oh, of course not," She had to correct herself with a harmless eye roll. "A bra, actually, but only because I wanted them to look their best. Feel free to take that off whenever you'd like." It just went with the dress, mostly, and she was the type to revel in exposing cleavage. Still leaning up, little kisses snuck their way along Naal's jaw, more affectionate and gentle than inherently sexual.

"'Daughter of Waes'?" The wording was ambiguous, hence the question. That could have been her father's actual name, or he might be important, or it could be where she was from, and Nariko lacked the attention span to go for an educated guess.