She inhaled deeply the scent of him, letting it wash over her, through her. The blond raised her head to look up at him, the midnight sky of her eyes blazing with magic and love and lust, so many things, all together in the beautiful tricolor gaze that fixed on him. "I would be yours, simply that Roarke. Talking to you, touching to you, I feel more alive then in any other moment, even before my life led me here." Her cheeks filled with a blush then, Dawn was a practical, modern woman, and speaking of love and of such a depth of it was not something she had ever done before. The answer came so quickly, she didn't pause to second guess it, though she had been feeling very alive not that long ago as well.