She nibbled on her lip, letting him see uncertainty before she lifted up her eyes to his sight, let him see the promise of pleasure that she held within them. "As much as I would like to, I don't think that it would be proper. I don't want to taint the meetings if anyone should see anything untoward." Not a rejection once again, but enough to fan the flame of desire for the prince. She wanted to see him, but it was not proper. And she cared about propriety, like a good woman would.<br/><br/>"However there is one promise I would keep." She first cleaned her fingers of food by rinsing them in a bowl set aside for that purpose and then wiping them on a small towel. And then smiling at Gavin, she reached into the small pouch at her side, and dipping her fingers within, they came out covered in a small purple powder. It seemed dry enough. But as she reached towards him, her deft fingers quickly untangled his hair, heedless of the watching Ritter Hex; if Gavin's words were true she would have to get used to them, now wouldn't she? With her back to the Ritter Hex, she straightened and re-plaited his hair, her body pressed fast against his side, so that his hip and arm would feel every soft curve of her front side, from her firm but soft breasts, down the curve of her torso, with the back of his hand pressed to the juncture off her thighs.