Tae'lo'ren took the device back, holding it in his fingers a moment. "He didn't even say goodbye to me; how rude." A smirk spread across the hunter's mouth as he pocketed the device, matching the intensity of Elariel's gaze. He knew that look, that wild, fiery look. Leaning down to her, his face inches from hers, he lifted his hand and caressed her cheek with his fingers, leaning in just a bit closer to brush her lips with his. "Soon, my mischievous lover. Soon. For now, however, we must plan." It almost hurt the elf's body as he reluctantly pulled away from her, away from the bed, to stand by a desk with some paper and writing device. He wanted to ravage his elven lover, to force such cries from her that the guards would need to be called.<br/>Instead, he sat at the desk, trying as best he could to jot down a makeshift map of the area the two had just teleported from. Some areas were still unclear to the hunter, still shaking off the affects of the magic during his fight with the other mages. He looked up and smiled at Elariel, motioning for her to join him. "I am in need of a brilliant and beautiful mage to help me sort out the area where we were."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>