She can't help but feel a little victorious the instant he rolls her onto her back. And Isetriel allows him to without a fight, of course. Her arms lift, fall against the pillow where her wrists brush along her wet hair that curls along the silken pillowcase. Isetriel shivers when he takes apart her towel, the cold air of the room making her skin prickle and her nipples harden yet again. She sucks in her stomach, muscles tensing and distorting to the shift as her body arches underneath him. She returns the kiss, though the smirk doesn't leave her.

Isetriel hums playfully, letting out a heavy exhale at the tail end of their kiss, her tongue darting out to teasingly drag along his lip.

"Have you not heard of my achievements? I am the most reasonable."