She couldn't help it. She followed the trail of the failing blankets. Talia's sure the maids are doing the same thing. He is quite well made, and extremely good looking. It might be her imagination, but she hears a small sigh when he puts on the pair of red silk pants. It probably isn't as big as if he had chosen to put a shirt on. She places her hand in his, noting how warm it is. His palm almost envelopes her small delicate but callused hands. "I would like that my lord." She smiles, but she has so many questions running through her mind.