<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Elise</span><br/><br/>Elise felt eyes upon her, her own eyes flicking up slyly to meet Henrik's gaze. Lips were moistened by a velvet tongue, the gesture almost suggestive had that gaze been held any longer before her eyes flicked away again. She listened to Gerrard, a pout forming on her lips when he got up, whispering in her ear before leaving her.<em>Hmmph.</em>Amid dancing and enemies and friends keeping each other company, Elise took her chance to approach the owner of those ice blue eyes that she'd caught on her earlier after Erin returned him to what Elise would assume to be a more comfortable environment for him- off the dance floor and at the dinner table.<br/><br/>She quietly slipped beside him, light brown eyes surveyed the festivities for a moment before settling upon the younger Prince. Despite liking to hold the attention of all in the room, she could just as easily play herself down and go by unnoticed. This evident by those around them showing no interest in who had just joined the table. She didn't yet speak, instead sitting quietly, until the toast had been made, "Not that that'll make any difference," she quietly murmured under her breath. She knew better than to believe the King was still a large influence in the ruling of the Theiri kingdom. She supposed it was Queen Lyssa who held the reins any more.<br/><br/>She watched as Henrik ate, raising a brow as he paired a little chunk of bread with every bite he experimentally sampled. "You must be feeling courageous," she softly noted with a smile, "While the Theiri are known for their extravagant meals, I still prefer a meal of meat and potatoes with a thick slice of bread. I suppose it's a bit unlady like for me to have such a simple palate but some of these dishes are far too imaginative for me."<br/><br/>Elise's tone was proud- always proud, but some times laced with a seductive warmth, such as now. It was still soft and fitting of a young lady, feminine without any inflection of masculinity. The way she presented herself physically was always very mannerly, even if her words could be a bit cutting. She sat like a proper lady should and looked like one should, though her breasts might warrant more attention than other ladies. Seduction was an art and one she had mastered quite well, perhaps in some opinion better than a lady of mature age... Unlike Queen Lyssa she was not as showy with her perfume. Elise's was, instead only a subtle note, not flowery nor lacy like one might expect, but earthy and sensual- some thing that merely teased at the senses, making a man<em>wish</em>she'd sprayed just a little bit more against her soft skin. Even the way she wore her perfume was damn intimate.