-Fem POV-

TLDR: You’re in his lap and subtly grinding against him in front of an audience.

(Warning: Non-Canon)

You decided to be a proactive part of the Lemurian political system by begging your sea god husband to let you sit in on a meeting with his advisors, who definitely don’t like you. It turns out, the meeting was just as boring as Rafayel had warned, and now you’re 30 minutes in and looking for an escape. As it so happens, you’re seated protectively on your husband’s lap while he talks about things you’re far too human to understand. What if you wiggled around a little to see if he gets the hint...?