Roarke stood, clam and waiting as the two ladies spoke.  His eyes roamed both and he stirred beneath the tiresomely mundane clothing he wore.  There was something familiar in the brashness of this woman.  He knew quite well what a good smokescreen it was.  It was easy to conceal deeper emotions and desires behind.  Of course, it might simply be that the woman had spent a year without proper company.  The satyr had to shudder slightly at that idea, a whole year?<br/><br/>But then Cecily rose and bowed to Dawn flawlessly before turning her attention to him and beginning to circle him.  He did not follow her, keeping his attention on Dawn instead as he peeled his shirt up and off.  If she wanted to study him, he'd let her have a good look.<br/><br/>The touch of her hands upon his shoulders as she proclaimed him suitable and suggested that he watch made him chuckle.  But if it pleased Dawn he was quite prepared to go along with it.  He lifted an eyebrow at the playful bump and wet his lips.  He knew of one way to make this afternoon quite interesting...<br/><br/><em>“Come on, your majesty … Lets cause some trouble.”<br/><br/>“Together.”</em><br/><br/>He smiled wickedly and fixed his eyes on Dawn's, watching closely for any sign or approval or disapproval as he reached to the magical pipes that rested against his bare chest and lifted them slowly to his lips.  Dawn knew the power that lay in those simple looking wooden pipes.  Not that he intended to use more than a little to perk the mood that was already in the air but he did linger a moment.