She made note of his reaction to her presence, her lips curving up in a smile just a little, gratified she had read him correctly. Elara listened politely however, while Cyne explained that he had expected the harshest treatment possible when he had been taken as the bargaining chip for his realm, and her treatment had far outweighed what Ava would have done. Her face was unable to bring the smile back as she considered what Ava would have done to Cyne, drained him the minute he had walked through the portal and flung his body back through for his father to find and mourn over, Elara supposed. "Ava was not... as tolerant as I am of your kind. That's why most of my court will be watching me more closely than you... to see what sort of Queen I intend to be." She explained slowly, trying to be agreeable even though the racing of Cyne's heart distracted her with thoughts of satisfying her own urges... that didn't require blood in the slightest.<br/><br/>Her mouth returned to the satisfied smile that Cyne had seen on the vampire queen's face more often than not as he ventured a little more into his truth-telling as she shifted just a little closer and rested her foot against his leg playfully beneath the warm waters. "Well, I've made no secret about it that I find you attractive, Cyne, and I'm sure you aren't a stranger to females staring at that taut backside and wanting to give it just a little squeeze." She began in a light tone, her eyes fixed on him now as she returned and met the challenge he gave her with his own smile. "But, you have been most reluctant to even lay a hand to me, and I'm not sure if that's because you think I might consider you a threat that way, or if you are bogged down with those moral quandries that your realm seems to get so caught up in." She countered, her hand resting on his thigh sliding a little higher and toward the inside of his leg as she looked at the bath water, the soap bubbles starting to pop and fade as the circulating waters replenished themselves.<br/><br/>Then Elara turned her head and leaned close enough so that her lips touched Cyne's warm ear when she spoke as she whispered to him. "But trust me, I won't raise a hand except in encouragement to you, Prince Cyne." Her voice had just faded before the tip of her tongue reached out and ran over his earlobe lightly as she pulled away.