Her perfume of choice was much like the garden they were in, her natural musk mixing with the compresses of orchid and lilies. She found the prince charming although so very young. However, she did not refuse the kiss off her neck, and instead savored the sensation against the softness of her skin.<br/><br/>"A woman, whether intelligent or not has many desires, your highness. It is still a man's world. A woman desires security." She looked at his eyes then, "I will not lead you a whore's game, but I reserve the right to rescind my permission." No matter that he was not used to being told no, most likely, HonorÃ¨ had more than a few tricks up her sleeve if he got out of hand. With that, she moved that incremental amount of space, and pressed her lips softly to his, bringing her left hand up, to caress his jawline, much like she had his sister, the nerves at the taut stretch of skin highly sensitized; perfect for her purposes. Drawing it upwards, she cupped his ear with her hand, and caressed the sensitive curve of his ear even as she deepened the kiss.