<div style="text-align: center">Ellanore did not expect him to stand up and she expected even less from his to press her against the bar. It was like Varus didn't exist, at this point. The grip of his hand on her neck, his warmth against her skin and the way he pressed his body against hers, it awoke many things in her. Things that an engaged woman shouldn't have. As he made her face him, her chest heaved heavily and her eyes were met with his yellow, wolfish orbs that stared down at her. "You stare at me with those eyes as if you are claiming me." it was more an observation from Ellanore more than anything else.<br/>
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"I don't know of limitations." Ellanore said. "I have them if I want to. I don't think I gave out the impression that I do, though." she replied to him and continued speaking. "And yes, the Princess does need you." she denied nothing. Her eyes didn't shy from his, the same devious and mischievous demeanor she had at the first few nights was still apparent. This was more her fault than his, after all.​</div>