There's rules for this sort of thing.

Thrian heard a small scraping noise, then all was silent again. Resisting the urge to whip his head around and attempt to locate the source of the noise, he pretended not to notice, listening carefully for any other sounds. He'd been polishing his shield, so that was what he used to keep his hands busy while his ears strained.

There was another small scuff sound, and this time he whirled around and tackled the black and white figure that'd been trying to sneak up on him to the carpet.

"Getting better with your stealth detection, I see." Nalsia nodded approvingly. "Probably a good idea, you live around three rogues after all."

He smiled. "I must be getting pretty good if I can catch you."

"The question is," the elf smirked and her voice dropped to a low murmur, "Now that you've caught me, what are you going to do with me?"

Thrian froze, blushing furiously and becoming very interested with the carpet to their left all of a sudden. Nalsia laughed at his reaction, and he snapped, kissing her while she was pinned underneath him. Her eyes were locked with his, unblinking, unmoving, through the entire kiss. As he ran out of breath, he broke the embrace, but still held her down. "That," he panted, "Is what I'm going to do to you."

Nalsia's one eyebrow rose. "Oh really?"

Thrian nodded. "I may be....uh....inexperienced.........but I'll do my best."

Now she was frowning. "When you say 'inexperienced', you mean what exactly?"

"Well..." he drew out the word, trying to find the right way to say what he wanted to, "You'd be my first."

Within seconds she'd rolled out from underneath him and over to the edge of the bed, swinging her legs over onto the floor and putting her head in her hands.