She smiled then, lifting her hand to brush against his jaw lightly as he stood, gently guiding him to look at her, without words, letting him see the promise in her own eyes. After all, what was fun without a risk of danger. "You do me much honor, your highness." it was a game she was born to play, this game of words and intent. It was as natural to her as breathing. "I adore horticulture." most of the time it was for things of more functional use, such as healing, sensation or otherwise, but beauty had many forms. Perhaps she could learn something.<br/><br/>"After all, part of our purpose here is to learn from one another..."the smile curved into a wicked little grin that hinted at all sorts of innuendo, as if her sister nor servants were in the room. "...is it not?"