Roarke turned back as she answered, more in control but still clearly feeling something powerful.  Then he rose, not sure how to answer and so he remained quiet as he walked to her.  His hand lifted slowly until he touched one of the marks and traced the curve of it lightly.  The marks seemed all the more startling in contrast to her perfect skin.<br/><br/>"Did you... did you find his dance in private as wonderful?" he asked in a soft voice, "Or was it something you allowed for the sake of his favor?"