Keen hunter's eyes locked firmly with cunning mage eyes, searching, gleaning desperately from those eyes for something to define her loyalty. After several moments, he found it, and despite the fact that it wasn't necessarily what he wanted to see, he smiled, pleased. He didn't just see passion for him, or loyalty to her colleagues, but protection over her people, which, in his opinion, was the ultimate display of love. He listened carefully to each word slipping from between her soft lips, allowing the inflections of tenderness and determination to fill his ears like a melody, nodding in acceptance of her plan.<br/><br/>“You, dear Elariel, are both brazen and beautiful, cunning and compassionate. Though we have not known each other long, I feel that I have known you all of my life. Perhaps because I have known individuals like you that are truly noble, that place the good of their people above anything, or anyone, they hold dear.” Tae'lo'ren took Elariel's hand and kissed it, his golden eyes still locked intently with her greens. “Whatever may come, regardless of cause, I am for you.”<br/><br/>Allowing his words to linger several moments, his agile digits shifted in the grasp that he held with Elariel's hand, angling to that their fingers entwined. His free arm then wrapped it's way around her hips, pulling the lithe elf into his lap, her supple breasts squeezing gently against his chest. Their faces now less than a foot apart he smiled again, his head darting forward as his lips sought her lips, locking passionately, sucking at her soft, silky flesh, first the top lip, then the bottom, then finally both as his head tilted slightly, allowing his impatient tongue to thrust from his mouth and into hers. Immediately the warm, wet muscle was coiling around her tongue, tasting and caressing as though suffering from elf mage deprivation.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>