Richard eyed the time on the large, Swiss clock-face upon the near wall. Time had, in fact, slipped away into the evening hours. The way Evie's arms slid from around his neck garnered a displeased flattening of Richard's expression, one that was replaced with a faint smirk of thought. He loomed over the auburn-haired lass, his hands rising slowly and his thumbs grazing the outside of her breasts. Those thumbs enticed the rest of his hands, which yearned to hold the full mass of her breasts, egged on by the memory of their magnificent size and firmness from earlier. Lust coursed through Richard, but he needed Evie to understand his position, as well as her own.<br/><br/>"I don't sleep with all my maids, I'll have you know. Norah is an exception, and you are even more of an exception." Richard's hands gently reached around and gathered Evie's hair, lightly braiding it as he laid it down the front of her left shoulder. The sight pleased him, and a happy, toothless smile formed.<br/><br/>A slight twist brought Richard's dinner into view. The meal was still warm and quite edible, but a question needed answering. "I imagine the staff wants to retire, and you've had a long day. But, the question remains still ..." Richard leaned down, his lips next to her ear. His voice whispered a question in salacious temptation.<br/><br/>"Which bed do you wish to sleep in? Yours or mine?"