The woman's apologies sounded as sincere as her expression looked, entertained by his anger and not at all worried. After all, he was outnumbered and on their turf. She just continued her touch, keeping him in place so he couldn't snatch Laele out of the air as she was being pulled away. The woman laughed a little, "I'm so sorry, I guess I was distracted by the look of you." She slid her palm over him, "Seems your still wet-- if you'd be so inclined I could get you a new pair if you'd take them off?" Her voice was a purr as her fingers crept along his lap, not so accidentally spilling her bust forward in her top, most of it threatening to fall out as she pushed into his space.

Laele, on the other hand, was looking around wildly, surprised to be plucked up off of her feet and into the air. Floating along, swallowing down a nervous little noise as he seemed to summon her with no approval of her own. She swallowed down the little piece of bread that was in her mouth as he lead her forward, squirming faintly as she was plopped down into his lap. Her eyes lifted a little as she stared up at the Fae King for a few long moments. Biting her lip she wasn't sure what to say, but he solved that for her, speaking up so easily. "Oh..." She glanced toward her Father, but currently he seemed to be getting smothered by the woman from before and so she stubbornly turned her head away in order to continue the conversation. She didn't want to see what was happening over there.

"Seduced?" She wrinkled her nose at the word, not really familiar with it. Folding her hands politely in her lap, intertwining the small digits as she tried to be a polite lady. Glad she had gotten new clothes so she didn't look like a mess. "I don't know what that means." A pause as she asked, too naive to know better, "You're really the king?"