Olivia nodded respectfully as Henrik asked her to ignore his title and she made a mental note, although she would not be so negligent as to use such terms of familiarity with the Prince in a more public setting. Being seen alone with the Aserit Prince would be suspicious to some but calling him Henrik in public after that would be borderline begging for attention. “As you wish, Henrik,” she replied, her voice as rich as silk.<br/><br/>As she began to adopt a more imperious stance her keen eyes picked up the subtlest change in Henrik’s body language; the tiniest leer in his gaze trailing down her body for a split second, an almost unnoticeable and brief shift in his stance.<em>I have you now</em>, she thought to herself, resisting the urge to grin although she maintained her stance, not wanting to make so many rapid changes in her body language so suddenly.<br/><br/>Her lips pursed slightly as he mentioned his hopes of salvaging something from the arrival of the Nydewians. Although she had never been particularly fond of the Aserits she had to admit, she almost respected this man. He and his people had been confronted with an almost calamitous blow and yet he sought to not only bounce back from the situation but turn it to her advantage.<br/><br/>She allowed her brow to furrow slightly, as though she were lost in thought although this was just a cover to shift her body language once again into something more aesthetically appealing to Henrik. Slowly she allowed her body and posture to relax, her legs to shift position to make her hips appear more prominent. After a few minutes of thought she nodded slightly, carefully replying “When and where do you want to meet?”<br/>