Roland noticed the man trying to cup his intended's breasts.  Surely he didn't think she would allow it, in public.  He was guessing though that when he was through with her, she would have no such inhibitions.  So much of the lovemaking and courtship in his court took place in the glade, in full view of the sky and everyone else.  Elves did not have taboos against nudity or publicly showing their affections.<br/><br/>He started walking toward her, watching her grind against the man as they danced.  Her hip action was amazing, for a human.  She looked more than worthy to be his.  There was something about her that called to him, other than the mark on her back.  He was sure that if he had seen her, he still would have gone to her.<br/><br/>Walking up to the couple, he leaned forward and said, "Mind if I cut in?"  It was an old custom, from a day when dancing was more formal, and less animalistic, but it still worked wonders.  He was certain that her boyfriend, or friend whoever he was, would not approve, but that was what glamors were for.