"Oh come now, I'd be a poor host if I didn't help you..." She persisted firmly, as she tried to keep in his way, surprised he managed to resist the gentle sway of her breasts and her face. It was rare a man would look away, never mind try to push away from her a bit. She swallowed a little as she watched him, tugging her top down a little bit more, the barest hint of nipple visible; but he continued his progress of trying to find that little fae. She couldn't see what was so interesting anyway.

She couldn't stop watching him, it was like sweets-- and she got those so rarely. It felt nice on her tongue in a weird way, and warm in her chest, she leaned back and peered up at him. It made her feel comfortable in a way she didn't understand. She wanted to fight it, but she didn't know how, especially when he was touching her. Sensitive, soft skin warmed by contact as she shivered a little at his caress. She thought his words over a little bit-- but she wasn't sure how accurate her assumptions would be. How many men had she made feel good? Her shoulders lifted and she offered a helpless little answer, "One?" Did the bathhouse count? She didn't encounter many men at all, just her father really, and from that, it was hard to tell. Hopefully, he would find her answer acceptable.

The fae woman scowled, that is, once the shock wore off. She had never had a man even try to deny her before-- and here he was, doing just that. Standing up a little, she huffed hard. "What are you so fussy over?" A leer toward the King and then back to Richard. "Don't worry, the king will take good care of her." A huff of breath, fluffing some of that pretty hair out of the way. "Besides, you'd be a fool to walk away from this."