Gavin sat next to her, slowly trailing a finger over her skirts. "I am very interested in knowing you, Honore," he said softly. "I want to know everything about you. What are your dreams, your hopes? What brought you to politics?" He leaned in closer, his breath tickling her neck. "What are your secret desires?" He planted a small kis on her neck, breathing in her perfume.<br/><br/>"When I saw you, I knew you weren't like the other women," he said softly. "You and your sister are intelligent, a quality that I find rare in Anstaria." He gently stroked her cheek. "You can be so bold, yet you're never vulgar. I find that intoxicating." He leaned closer, his lips barely touching hers. "Just say stop, and I will." It was an offer he would never have thought to make to any other woman. He was the prince, the man, the one meant to be in charge. However, he knew that if she said stop, he'd obey that wish.