Ohhh, damnit. She was playing with fire--or, well, lightning--and she always seemed to forget that goading him into this particular kind of game was just as likely to bite her as it was him. She could feel that low rumble vibrate from his body into hers where they touched, and it sent a distinctly not cold shiver skittering down her spine.
Melisma's tiny laugh when Merradin seemed to suddenly remember her presence thankfully snapped her out of it, but did nothing to help her sudden blush.
"Well, I could take you some place to get some more local fashions," the younger dragon offered with another chuckle, spinning on her heel to walk backward as she spoke. "Or we could find that drink you were interested in first, it's up to you, really."
Elora, still a little flushed, shrugged as she tried to pull her mind back into more appropriate territory. "I'm not picky--I'm not really used to being a...tourist, I suppose you'd say. I'm content enough just to see the islands, I'm happy to go wherever you'd like." The last was said with a quick glance directed up to her mate, one eyebrow quirked. He was the one who'd convinced her she needed a vacation, after all, she was hardly well-practiced at it.