Elara looked amuse at the thought that her father had risen in rank based on her merit, not his own, slowly shaking her head in response to Cyne's question. "No, he's still the same noble rank he was before I clawed my way up through the ranks of Ava's army." She replied, leaning into the warm touch on the small of her back, enjoying the small comfort as the fire mage sank his teeth into a firm-fleshed fruit. "For him? Extremely. He's one of those annoying purists, even though he encourages those with magic to breed exponentially, for the sheer fact he believes the damage to our world can one day be fixed." She waved a careless hand at the window.<br/><br/>"But..." Elara added slowly, her voice drawling a little as she turned to look at Cyne, her breasts almost brushing against his chest. "If one really stops to think about it... I didn't toss the sheets with you. Not really... I just shared my tub with you." She teased, her mood still playful despite the bad start to the day.