"Would you like me to be modest?" Aryella asked, entirely natural and willing to please.
"I'm not sure how to act. I could put that robe on and turn out the light."
Prince Bueng laughed again, amused at the notion that he might prefer his sex in the dark.. "Modesty is misplaced in the bedroom. And you were suggesting about different kind of mating? It will be dangerous manaeya, I don't want to hurt you."
"Oh, good. And You won't hurt me. I trusted you. Then may I kiss you again?" How young she looked when she said that.
His gaze dwelling lazily on her held a disarmingly friendly appeal. Thinking about her taking in his feral form was too much, too primal, too animalistic and too rough. "Let me get these boots and trousers off, and you can do whatever you like," he said focusing on the present.
