She's impressed, really. Once they are both fully seated in the bath, her legs straddling over him, cock prodding at her ass, he still insists on waiting. Isetriel finds herself growing far more eager over time, yet she is flattered all the same. He has clearly thought this through and imagined what their first time would be like... Wanting it not to just be perfect for him, but for her. Truly, he is a gem, and she cares so much for him.

That does not stop her from poking fun at him, of course. And Isetriel grins as she reaches behind him for a cup, certainly causing her breasts to dangle in his face while she does so.

"It has been decided: you are a fool."

She certainly enjoys the warm water, comfortable yet eager to get clean and out of here to move things along. Isetriel fills the cup with water, gently tilting it over Liaran's hair to rinse it, and she places an affectionate kiss to his forehead on the way.

"But you are my fool. I suppose I wouldn't have it any other way."