Elara popped another piece of fruit in her mouth as she smiled back at Cyne's sheer cheek in response to her father's towering temper. "I would not say so, were I you..." The vampire queen warned playfully as she brushed against the mortal fire mage on her way to finding clothes for herself for the day. She wanted to linger, maybe share the bed properly with her ally, but that would distract her from the day's looming work of bringing her Council to heel under her fist. "There should be appropriate garments for you in the drawers of the dresser beside the bed, Cyne. Trousers, shirts, vests, and the like." She said, her back to Cyne as she devested herself of her night dress and bent at the waist to dig in her own chest, pulling through cloth and leather slowly, her hips shifting side to side, purposely giving Cyne ample time to admire her backside.<br/><br/>But eventually, she did pull on her clothes, opting for items more feminine in appearance, rather than for the battle field. The skirt was still leather and cut at the mid-thigh, but her top was softer, of more pliable material than her war uniform. "That should suffice for them to see me as less threatening I suppose."