He was so gentle, and sweet, and...honestly completely clueless as to Setaphina's intentions. Well, Genevieve would not let some snake slither her way between them. Genevieve's eyes took in Motto's form. His hunched shoulders, downcast eyes. He was unsure of himself. She wanted to comfort him. Her own face softened before a wicked little grin pulled up at the corners of her lips. She new what might help him feel better. He needed a woman to save.<br/><br/>Genevieve feigned a yawn, covering it with a lady like hand. "Oh my..." Her voice was breathless, airy, almost<span style="font-style: italic">needy</span>.  "Motto," Genevieve slid her hands up his coat, her eyes traveling upwards with them, until she had them around his neck, her eyes meeting his own. "I'm so<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>tired.." Was it working? Was he feel better? She stepped up to the man, pressing against him, a hand venturing into his hair. "I don't think I can make it the rest of the way.." Pure innocence stared up at Motto as she pouted, just a little. A finger was twirled a strand of hair. "Could...you carry me?" Genevieve paused for just a moment before adding, quietly, "To your chambers?"<br/><br/>Genevieve was feeling emboldened by her actions. Never had she ever implied anything as much as she did now. She had plans for him, should he take her back to his chambers. He was her's and she wanted to cement that fact for herself. To say Genevieve felt territorial was an understatement. She bit her bottom lip and fluttered her lashes. Really, Genevieve felt a little silly, fawning as she was, but tonight, she would be a lioness. Fierce.