"Aggressive or neutral? A subversive influence? Does your rank not stand tall in your society? I've seen assassination attempts, and have had my own mind you, but never on a level that a single person, twisted into a peace treaty, could cause such a commotion."<br/><br/>He paused, lost in thought for the moment, thinking about his personal bodyguards, all mages of high caliber skills. She had her guards, armed and ready, but like she said, she's been turned on before. The thought of being in the kingdom where even she isn't truly safe was an odd one, a thought that made him shiver a little. But, cutting his thoughts short, she rolled onto her back. He couldn't quite tell, but he thought he saw her even puff up a little.<br/><br/>"Well, Queen Elara," he started, looking at her body's form, "I must say that this is a much less daunting look then the metal-clad image of you from early today."<br/><br/>He couldn't help but yell at himself mentally, he was a peace treaty, he wasn't here to ogle this woman. No.. Not this woman, this vampiress. Seeing her in this state had it's effect on him, he was a man after all, but he imagined kissing her, and imagined the fangs under those lips piercing his skin, tearing him apart. Was this her ploy? To get him here, and seduce him? He be lying if he'd said it wasn't working, but every time he thought of more of her, he saw the battlefield. Every time he thought of pleasure, he remembered the pain of his kinsman that had died fighting off her kind, to keep the realm safe. He had to look away, and shook his head, before moving lower onto the bed, laying at last.<br/><br/>"Sorry Elara, but although your form isn't one of beauty, I see the battlefield when I look at you. I see the blood of my kinsman, the blood of your kind on my hands, and I can't erase that image. It will take some time for me to be able to see you as something other than a warrior."<br/><br/>He almost smiled sadly, realizing that maybe he'd never truly get over the mindset of war, maybe even through this fleshy veil of hers, he'd never look at her and see something other than war.