He doesn't press, but oh his eyes flash such a pretty shade of blue when he holds out his hands and she wants to grasp them already. He promises things she wants--things she can never have if she stays here--but she's not quite sure what he hopes for in return. A dutiful wife, a respectable queen, but an adoring lover?

She's never been that before--but she's willing to try anything when she feels those leather rough hands turn to velvet against her skin.