Rosa had to admit, she felt a little pang of disappointment that Seivarden didn't try to deny or refute or argue with her about it; enough so that it helped her to do what she wanted to do by stopping in the first place, and that was to cool down a little. So she threw herself into another kiss to help drive away any questions as to why she didn't deny or refute or argue and to help focus on the challenge being presented to her instead.

Challenge, not merely an invitation.

"Guess I might," she agreed, and, since she couldn't very well do anything with her on the floor like that, she leaned back in the chair again, shifted just slightly out of some sort of yearning muscle memory for what she'd just abandoned and may slightly be regretting, and jerked her chin with a clear, simple direction. "Get up."