Safely around him she made for her vanity and its mirror, as if she were meaning to tend to a few things before going to bed. The blond perched on the edge of her vanity stool, trying to hide her hurt beneath a simple polite court mask; the one they had all so encouraged her to learn. Dawn struggled to just be polite though if she were honest she wanted to hurt him, just as he had her. For once she let herself be petty then, taking in a deep breath first. He had seen her nude before and so carelessly she shrugged her shoulders, letting her robe slip from around her shoulders and pool on the seat.<br/><br/>The caress of the silk felt sinful against her bruised, wounded, welted and abused skin. Its fall bared her back to him, marked with bites so hard they blossomed into bruises around teeth marks and other marks of passion; the rake of the Shadow Kings nails had left welts, and those two things were only the least of her collection now.<br/><br/>"That is reassuring then." Was all she said in response to his first comment.<br/><br/>The girl glanced at him, eyes holding a bitter laughter in them that she could not conceal. "Seems you are the one who can not fight magical allure, not me."