Draken turned, slowly so as to avoid catching her finger in his armor, and ran a cold armored finger down her spine. "Lady Fox, decorum is<em>quite</em>important. Otherwise I would be making you keep good on<em>everything</em>you've been promising." The air grew slightly chill as his eyes glowed blue through his helm.<br/><br/>"But, as I suspect the good Duke would take a poor view of that..." The room warmed again as he took a step back. "<em>I</em>, at least, will maintain some decorum."