As the vampiress pulled on his trousers, Cyne tried not to blush. Her actions were firm, and her grip was strong. Trying to offer resistance without physically grabbing his pants, soon he was nude in the bath. He tried to not think about how similar Elara's vampiric body matched that of a human. He was impressed at the speed of her servant though, the one who seemed to ignore him almost, yet, she held onto his wet trousers so daintily. Looking back to Elara as the maid walked away, he walked her stretch her arms to rest on the edge of the bath, showing her ample chest in it's fullness. Even as she kicked his feet around, it was almost like she was trying to tempt him.<br/><br/>"Elara, what do you have planned for me? Am I but a mere toy for your amusement, or your release?" He pushed on her foot, feeling his foot slide past her ankle, and had to resist sliding his foot further up the smooth of her legs. "Also, Queen Elara, one thing you should know about the royal crematorist, one has to be able to burn with pinpoint accuracy, so powerful that it destroys the bone, and so steady that is turns the corpse into ash, instead of a burnt skeleton."<br/><br/>He smiled a little, raising one hand out of the water, and igniting a light blue flame in a circle around him, warming the water to a more comfortable temperature, but not affecting Elara in the slightest.<br/><br/>"Surely with all your native born mages, you'd know that the truly powerful ones aren't the ones who can make the most fire, but know exactly where to put it," he decided that he'd match the queen's bravado, not wanting her to think of him as submissive. He stretched a little, and leaned against the wall of the pool, stretching his arms out behind his head. "Besides, not all fire just burns. In it's truest form, fire is essentially energy, light, and heat. Watch this."<br/><br/>Making sure he didn't burn Elara's water or get close enough to hurt her in the slightest, he sent a torrent of power through his veins, and put on a tiny show for his captor. An exquisite range of colors flew from his fingers, burning red hot to light purple shades, the small wisps flying in all kinds of different directions, and collapsing back on them selves, the fire mixing colors. He lifted his hand, and started making several arcane gestures, as a small red flame burst from his palm, the crimson heat assuming the shape of a dragon, long body, almost snake like in appearance. It weaved it's way through the multicolored fire, ducking and dodging, before reaching the middle of the pool, and shooting a brilliant white flame towards the ceiling, and then wrapping back around to calmly rest on Cyne's shoulders.<br/><br/>Coughing, the flames disappeared, and he smiled. "You see Elara, not all that burns has to destroy. This is the very reason I accepted my place in your kingdom. Even though your kind appears to be a rampaging fire, I imagine somewhere in that blaze lies a beautiful fire, warming to the soul."