[This time there is no sudden worry about the glow in her eyes, but it still sends his heart jolting in surprise. It thrills through him, a promise of some unknown power that she has, and he remembers what she said when they first met. That she's dangerous.]

[She carries herself like a predator, that much is for sure. The regal, graceful confidence, the way she takes up space. He is drawn into her like a sailor to the sirens, and he's left with a bobbing throat and a body that itches with the loss of her closeness. So he's going to be toyed with like a cat with a mouse. That's fine, he will bounce on a string.]

I do my best to be both pleasant and distracting. And you, madam, are intoxicating.

[He follows her like a drunk man, feeling all awkward limbs and stupid dickbrained manwhore next to her, but he doesn't think she minds so much. The room is lavish, and has so many of those amenities that he still isn't used to having around.]

I'll take a sip of wine, if her majesty is feeling so gracious.

[He is already thinking about where exactly his mouth could be busy, and it shows in the way he stares.]