Brom looked up from the knives, tempted by one in particular. He had others like it, but it never hurt to have more, and the curve of the blade was just so alluring. The perfect line of steel held a lot of attraction for him, as it was safer to pine after steel curves than those of Sidhe women while he served as one of her Ravens. The celibacy hadn't been too difficult for Brom, because he seldom took lovers even when he was free to do so. But those long, long years of knowing he wasn't able to touch left him without a spark of desire to fan into flame. It was difficult sometimes for him to acknowledge beauty as ettiquette demanded because sometimes he didn't see it anymore.<br/><br/>"You make me so," Brom said, "for you and Ardara bring the old times to again with your beauty." The Sidhe warrior said. He fumbled the delivery slightly. They were in mixed company, and bringing up the old times with a goblin present might not've been the best choice of words. Brom smiled to Bella and Ardara, but it looked on the fae male. His wasn't a face that'd borne a genuine smile in centuries, and it showed.