Ai, Goddess of Love, Lust, and Sexuality
Fairy Glade
Sitting back, he shifted his form, his scholarly robes conforming to the muscular frame beneath them, draping into former wear, easily removable, she noted, minus the chain mail that formed around his hands, the only thing that remained was the glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose.
He reached up, cupping her cheek, a thumb dancing over her skin. She could only smile, amusement in her eyes. "They have sent their little brushes to paint a better understanding of the threat. To burn or to learn? You can do what you have always done and how you have always created..." He said, before removing his glasses and pointing with them to her nose. "...find the worthy and give them something to fight for."
Ai, who hadn't move from her perch atop the table, leaned up, a kiss away from him, dainty fingers curling around the glasses she had aimed at her face. She pushed them down gently. "And are you one of the worthy, Scrie?" She purred, a kittenish grin on her face. "Is that what this display is all about?" She said, as her fingers danced down the glasses and up his forearm. She invented flirtatious coyness,so she could see it when it was presented to her. What he said prior was not lost on her, but she was easily distracted when it came to the possibility of using her talents, it was as addicting to her as it was any mortal. They were sending scouts to find out what the Ichor is actually after and whether or not they should kill it or not....or even if they could. All of this was not a matter for the Goddess of Love, there would be nothing for her to do, if it couldn't be distracted by her talents.
"If you wanted to explore my talents, all you have to do is ask." She added, her mind getting back to the opportunity that seemed to be presenting itself, with a grin that would sent a mortal man to his knees.