He smirked and nodded a little, tossing the wooden shaft to land on her bed. His shoulder lurched upward in a dismissive shrug; a gesture that quite clearly said he didn't much care either way. Which wasn't entirely true, of course - he had been interested in driving the thing into her! - but he wasn't going to let on that little fact. Instead he rised a nice wall of indifference, and even a slightly threatening little smirk.<br/><br/>"You don't know? I am here because the King wants me to prime you for him. He'd be -very- interested if I tried to tell him you had no interest. And, well, if you went and proved me wrong then you'd just end up getting me promoted." He laughed and shook his head in a mimic of his earlier, indifferent motion. If she didn't want to play, then fine!<br/><br/>The outfit was clearly carefully made, almost certainly by a skillful tailor, at the King's behest. Though it was hard to judge by eye it would fit her almost perfectly; cuddling tightly to her skin, and ensuring that although her body was -covered-, it's glorious shape was not hidden. The tailors themselves were clearly a liberal lot, too, considering what else they'd made... But no, this particfular set up wouldn't be too embaressing to wear.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>