Peony leaning into her didn't really register to the necromancer as anything other than situational. Normally, Ianthe would've taken advantage of it, but she was collared as a Submissive. No taking advantage of a Dominant; she'd just have to do that sometime after the festival.

"This town just did a month of chastity," Ianthe replied with a snicker. "And I don't mean tired in a way that made you wish you'd made a different choice. Just like... needing a break from all that. Lords and Ladies all a lot sometimes," Ianthe said, a hint of something personal in her voice.