"The People of the Plains are never what others expect. Who says they can not pass for Seelie?"
His gaze follows the opening of her cloak. An eyebrow rises and his lips twist into a sardonic smile.
"I am afraid, My Fiery Haired Temptress, that the flavor of pleasure I enjoy is much... more..."
He lets the words drift off. Let her think he likes his women more submissive. Then again, with her temper, she may just take offense.
"As for Court... Some would say I have Mab's ear. Money means little to me. Sex... my taste is, shall we say, peculiar... What else can you offer as incentive for an alliance? The Witch is married to an Elemental. It cannot just be snatched. What do you intend to leave in its place?"
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