<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Omar</span><br/><br/>Omar gave a warm laugh, "Well, there'd be no fun at all if it posed no threat, but a flower doesn't hold much worth if it can't be admired. Besides, despite my Aserit nature to stick my nose into thorn bushes, I've never much been the kind to try and pluck a flower from its bed, so I doubt I pose any threat at all, unless admiring really is a crime," he said, before giving a light shrug, "And perhaps you could even teach some young, hot blooded pup how to properly handle such a delicate treasure without getting pricked... Too hard, at least," he said.<br/><br/>As he walked away he looked back over his shoulder once and he met Lyssa's wry smile with a boyishly devious and determined grin of his own. Of course, he didn't expect the Queen to fawn over him in an instance, she wasn't some lowly handmaiden or giggling princess. In fact, chances are she was probably much smarter than he. If she wanted him, she would have him and he was sure that didn't go for just himself but for many of the people in the court. Omar held all the charms of an able Prince and was blessed with handsome, albeit almost exotically wild looks, he knew he could have any woman spread her legs without question. Except for a Queen.<br/><br/>He could be a pawn, it was some thing he could allow himself to stoop to. He didn't have any intention of fooling the beautiful Queen Lyssa, he would make her clear of his own intentions, after all he more than wanted to make his agenda known. Peace was necessary. Simple as that. If he had to slip behind his father's back in order to ensure that the talks would go well, then so be it. But at the end of the day, his intentions were noble and he wasn't just a backstabbing scoundrel with a sex drive.