Blane had held back his sounds of pain. He too had been thinking. Only he had thought of Odeila. He liked her. In a way he had a feeling he's never liked a woman before. He wasn't gay but it was more like...he wanted her. For himself and himself only. And want the same to be true for him to her. Yet doubted it. She was royalty. He had seen the picture of her and her mother in royal garbs. Mother with a grown upon her head.<br/><br/>He looks at her. Wondering why she blushed again. "Are you getting a fever?" he asks in genuine confusion. He tilts his head to the side and shakes it. "Yeah. But how else was I supposed to escape?" he asks. He had a point there too. He looks at her. Smiling as she didn't say anything.<br/><br/>He walks up behind her. Wrapping his arms around her waist and lays his chin upon her shoulder. "Leaving so soon? But your so hot...and it isn't fair that you keep peeking." he kisses her neck then her cheek. And pulls back. "Now...we're even." he looks at her. "Get dressed. I'll wait in the hallway." he walks out of the room and leans against a wall.