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[ There's no one that she can see or hear ahead in the fields themselves upon her approach and that triggers something of a quiet nagging in the back of Setsura's Cordis-addled mind. That there's the typical sounds of nature present doesn't go unnoticed, but people don't generally go from one watchman to none when they fail to catch whatever's responsible for scratching up their fields in her experience; and yet, the field itself seems to be completely devoid of any jinba or otherwise humanoid spiritual signature.

Maybe they installed more traps? And traps, well -- they can be disabled or destroyed as she goes in. There's a few she recognizes at that distance that could confirm a lack of certainty regarding 'what' is responsible at a glance and there's that quiet nagging again even as she tugs her hood more securely down. Rows of seeds and more readily visible potential traps noted, she's got a path and she's quick and quiet as she approaches the end of the trees, thoughts jumping from surveillance to snacks to this little detail to that still present nagging because she is absolutely somewhat distracted -- ]

[Setsura is very suddenly surrounded by a swirl of light, the tinkling of bells, a rush of sharp-edged fresh air. Sylphs circle her, dance around her, swoop and glitter as they rush from all sides of the farm towards their target.

Followed, in fairly short order, by their Tamer.]

Well, this is a surprise.

[ She stands where she'd stopped abruptly with that light, deep violet eyes bright beneath her hood. She'd realized it with that tinkling, the onset of that sharp, fresh air, the feel of them that she was good and had and by whom and that had been enough to halt rapid thoughts of how and where she should immediately move. To her knowledge, there's only one person on this planet capable of summoning sylphs, after all, and there he is, her husband, the sight of whom triggers a rumbling in her chest as her tail twitches behind her. ]

I'll say. You're the security upgrade?

That's me, your friendly neighborhood rent-a-cop. [He looks at her, expression shadowed under the thick curtain of his bangs with the faint light coming from the demons.

A grin.]

If you wanted to play a kinky punishment game, you didn't have to go this far!

[ She tosses her head at that, cheeks tinging just slightly beneath her hood. Her ears twitch slightly, her tail sways as she brings a hand up to rest upon her hip. Problem is she can't quite keep the grin from tugging at her mouth. ]

Taking a walk is hardly a crime, Officer. You're really going to punish me for something like that?

I'll take you in on suspicion of utter bullshit, Set-chan.

[The sylphs swoop, and disperse to settle in the trees around them, chattering to each other in bell-like chirps.]

[ She reaches with both hands for her hood and peels it back as she steps forward, revealing those curls of hers to be tinged a stark white. In the instant the moon catches in her eyes through the trees, they're gold and it's gold that peers up at him through those shaggy bangs of his, brow quirking. ]

And what'll you hold me on?

A table, probably. Or the wall. Take your pick. [He grins, taking her in. Kitsune, the advanced Cordis moonblessing. That explains a lot about what's going on right now, and sex is going to be the right bait.]

"Or"?

[ She reaches to tussle that shaggy hair of his. ]

That sounds dangerously lenient.

A table and the wall at the same time sounds uncomfortable.

Who said anything about at the same time?

Well, that depends on how well you behave! If you want something, you'll have to do what I say.

I am the most well-behaved person we know here.

[ Probably.

The majority of the time.

She's currently reaching to adjust his shirt at the collar, that last statement of his earning cant of her head. He's certainly got her attention, talking like that. ]

Like?

Like stop stealing peoples crops before they even have a chance to grow them. [He says, and gently flicks at one of her feathers.]

[ Oh, right. The root of all this is her recent night-time snacking, which she had been on her way to do before he'd intercepted her. She cants her head with that flick, brow quirking as she reaches for his hand.

Give it. ]

Telling a night sparrow to stop scratching up seeds when she's feeling peckish? Under ordinary circumstances, I'd say that's laughable.

[He doesn't give her his hand, he pulls it back and reaches into his pocket and...]

There are easier ways to get seeds, Set-chan. [Is that a sunflower seed, held between pinched fingers? Just out of her reach?

Yes, yes it is.]

[ She pauses when he pulls his hand back, canting her head curiously with his words as her lips tug to one side because she wants his hand. She was very intent about wrapping her arms around his and closing a bit of the distance between them, "was" being the keyword paired with his words and that seed. She blinks once, twice at it, focusing her keen vision on it.

A sunflower seed? She cants her head more sharply, breath hitched, glancing between that tasty little treat and Lewin's face. ]

You considered your leverage.

[ Him. The seed. That purring of hers hasn't stopped. There's something dangerously close to a clipped, curious chirp. ]

[He's caught her, catching her, there's a purr and a hint of a chirp and those bright curious eyes.]

I am a Tamer. [He says, and waits.]

As though I'd forget.

[ She lifts a hand to her hip, tossing her head and several white-tinged curls. That gaze of hers shifts between the seed and him again. ]

I'd have settled for playing with you even if you hadn't brought seeds, but since you did, I suppose I could allow myself to be swayed to those absolute terms.

[ And she's going to reach for that seed. Give it. ]

Oh? Are we playing now? [He takes a step back, keeping it out of her reach.]

[ Her eyes drop from his face to the seed between his fingers and her tail swerves behind her. ]

Aren't we?

[ That and an upturn of the corner of her mouth is all the warning he's going to get having kept his hand and that seed from her reach before she -- well, she figuratively pounces or more accurately goes to tackle him to the ground. ]

[He laughs as she pounces, and twists himself under her. He's slippery, when it comes to a grapple, good at not being right where you expect, and she's got his hand but he's moving to pin her down.]

[ She's very intent upon plucking that seed from between his fingers. That focus isn't distracted with contact, but her hands' occupation does complicate the matter of maintaining her position along with his movements. Her back finds the ground as she secures a grip on his hand.

Looking up at him, to search those blue, blue eyes, she blows a stray strand from before her own. ]

I hope you brought more than one.

Not for bad catbirds. [He says, looking down at her.]

Are you gonna behave, or do I need to tie you up and throw you over my shoulder?

I'm not a cat.

[ She quips and her left ear twitches. She tilts her head with that, grinning. ]

But [ but ] I suppose I'll behave if you keep up your end of the bargain. I wouldn't mind being over your shoulders, though.

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