Diane could feel the thin hairs on the back of his hand starting to stand up as her thumb rubbed over him. The smile faded away from his face, his body settling back in the chair, slumping down just another inch. His other hand reached over slowly, resting on top of Diane's, his fingers resting on top of her wrist.<br/><br/>"There is something, Diane," he spoke softly, so that she would barely be able to hear him, much less any servants or knights that might be lingering around. His eyes stared back at hers, catching the dazzling sunlight off her blue irises.<br/><br/>"Tell me what you truly want, Diane. You have dreams, I want to know them."