Sage flushed at her joke but pouted playfully at the girl. "Well then that's your fault for being good at it." He grinned over at her again. "Scars are scars, they'll be there for a while don't you worry," he giggled with a wink. He shrugged at cocked his head. "All I said was to let it be natural. You did the rest, including making the first move," he pointed out. When she fliked his side he giggled...he was still ticklish apparently. Even being locked in a cell for three weeks didn't take that away. He liked it, though he'd never admit that to the girl.

Anya found herself giggling along with him, though she wasn't overly sure why. She poked him again, a little more playfully. "You're the one that told me to go for your neck." She teased lightly. "And I did that. Then you got loud." She murmured, a sly smirk covering her face. "By the way, that's definitely not a bad thing." She purred before adding on more. "The only reason I made the first move was because I thought I wasn't going to see you again... I guess that's why it got so passionate." She shrugged and gave him a smirk. "And the passion made it good, not me." She giggled, seeming a little up beat again as she recalled the night. She glanced at the marks. Looking thoughtful for a moment. "If those scars ever fade, come find me. I'll happily put them back." She grinned at him with a small laugh.

Sage could feel his face heating up but still snorted amused. "It wasn't my fault you figured out where me sweet spot was, what did you expect me to do," he protested, though he really was kind of glad she had found it. "I said one place and your 'passion' as you called it made you venture out further," he laughed. "Not that I'm complaining," he muttered, a sly smirk crossing his face. Even a small glance seemed to make his heart speed up. Or maybe that was just the blush that seemed to be deepening every minute they talked. But it had been a good night ... He had enjoyed it, and he was glad that the person to be the one to find his sweet spot was Anya instead of a stranger at the tavern.

Anya felt her face get hotter as he spoke. She had gone a little further than he had instructed... but she was glad she had. The girl mirrored his smirk. "I did ask if you wanted me to stop, you know." She murmured, a thoughtful look on her face. "You seemed pretty desperate for me to keep on going the was I was." She giggled lightly. She remembered what it felt like to have his skin on hers, to let her hands wander... god, it had been a good night. She grinned at him again. "The second I found that sweet little spot of yours you reacted so fast... I can't say I wasn't a little scare." She laughed flopping sideways on the bed and resting her head on her hand. "I was just messing about and all of a sudden you were all up against me." She teased, the last bit purposely there to unsettle him just a little. She wouldn't say she didn't like the movement... quite the opposite, actually.

Sage crossed his arms and snorted, pouting in a playful manner. "I'm still blaming you," he told her, though in a voice that told her he wasn't actually upset about it...it was quite the opposite actually...he had enjoyed doing it with someone where it wasn't just hurting him ... He had enjoyed it. He was blushing madly now, though, which was pretty much to be expected. "You were the one laying on top of me" he purred, trying to get a blush in the girl's face too.

Her cheeks tinged slightly red as she looked at him. "I quite liked having you to hold on to... and Sage, you're pretty god damn comfy." She teased brightly. The looked at him a bit more serious before her gaze went back up the road. "Sage you know I'll take all the responsibility for that night. Everything that happened was so perfect, and if you asked me to do it all again I'd to it in a heartbeat." She shrugged lightly, leaning back into a chair in the corner, a blank look on her face... not blank, but not exactly having any feeling behind it.

Sage chuckled and looked over at the girl with a smile. "Yeah, well, I let it all happen. Crazy teenager hormones," he said in a light tone, the last part more of a joke. "And you know I enjoyed it. I'd do it again anytime, though if we're in the castle it probably isn't the best idea," he noted with a grin. He lay back down on the bed again wearily, talking and joking having taken more strength than he realized. But it had been nice, he couldn't deny that. Then he frowned. "How'd you convince your mom to drag me along though?" It was a genuine question...he hadn't thought the queen would be delighted to have him holing up at the castle.

Anya nodded slightly, "Yeah. I think it's probably smart not to do anything in here... you'd have to keep it down, or you'd get me in trouble." She chirped slightly. That was a thought. God, if her mother found out about what had gone on in that cave she'd murder her. Quite literally too. But as long as they could play off his marks until they went away, they should be fine. Though, the doctor seemed to have figured it out, which was a little embarrassing on her part. She cocked her head at Sage. "I didn't really convince her... I wasn't going to leave you there, she knew that. She had tried to say no, but kind of let it happen." She shrugged slightly, gently tickling his ribs with one hand. "But Sage, if you want to stay here, you're going to have to work damn hard to get her to like you. Maybe we can get you dressed up and you can come with me for dinner at some point... so that she can get to know you." That only really worked if he actually wanted to stay. Which she assumed he would, at very least until he was well enough to go back out to the streets.

Sage grinned mischievously up at her. "The taverns always open though," he giggled. "I'll work rooms if you're my customer," he teased. He squeaked and wriggled around when she started tickling him, though he actually kind of enjoyed the playful contact. He chuckled and looked over at her. "Fine, though not too fancy...can you honestly see me in some of the stuff the guys in the castle gotta wear," he laughed. The fancy clothes, neat hair with everything at and in place...it just wasn't him. "She'd probably appreciate it more if I just....acted like myself. Instead of acting." He shrugged. "But you know her best so it's up to you."