Verdant Basin she may have died; we're looking into it.

Artaax shut his eyes, momentarily losing himself as she resumed her ministrations and sent his thoughts back to places he wasn't supposed to go. If he wasn't so intoxicated by her every movement, he might've been able to spare some thought to how confusing she was being. One moment denying him access to her holy playground and then the next making suggestive remarks, making him want to try again to climb that jungle gym. As it was, he was too wrapped up in her to be confused or frustrated with her. So long as she didn't stop touching him, he was good with whatever.

"I meant is that all the direction you're going to give me," he replied, amusement in his tone, "Everything is a pretty broad topic. Where do should I start? Favorite color or preferred pasttimes?"