"Ringmail?" She parrots back, taking her hand out of his strange metal small clothes but keeping them in his robe, picking at the odd garment and giving it a small shake. It clangs together melodically and Naya gives a quiet chuckle at the sound. "I have seen creatures called ,'Ringtails' in my forest, but they're not anything like this. Does it stop hexes?" She queries, eyebrow raised as she finally pulled her hand free.

The witch wraps her lithe arms back around his waist, pressing her front tightly against his back. The expanse of him is wide and hard against her chest as she drapes herself over him, hooking her chin over his shoulder so her face was was right up against the side of his. "Is your coven so prudish that they don't allow for touching between witches and warlocks?" She continues her questioning, her brow wrinkling in genuine confusion. 

"...how do you make your children then? I've never had a man before, but I was told by the tribe mothers that it is a pleasurable experience. Are they wrong?" She asks, turning her face into his neck and inhaling, sniffing at him curiously. He smells of sweat, sand, and some sort of spice she cannot place, but she finds herself enjoying it some much that she inhales again, exhaling softly across his skin. "Is there some sort of spell your 'Mage-Kind' use to conceive your babies? Will you teach it me?" Naya implores, peering up through her shroud to look at him.