His laugh, his power, even the darkness that responded to it seemed foreign and compelling something to draw her deeper into the mystery of this feared and yet respected King. She did not see reason to fear him, at least not yet. Yes he had power but then who among the courts did not? It was simply the type of his power that so frightened the others. Dawn saw them all on the same level and she lifted her glass to him when he spoke of delicacy with his power. There were indeed human philosophers who concurred with him, having minored in History at college she knew from experience and her own reading.<br/><br/>Her gem cut eyes watched the way he toyed with the knife, watched him, met his eyes and nodded t his words, though the thought of cutting flesh off of bone was not a pleasant one. But she was here in the darkness of an underground sithern, what else should she expect in a culture that held blood and flesh as holy things. "I shall keep your words of wisdom in mind Cernunnos, they are probably the most candid I have heard all evening." That was said ruefully, her lips quirked and she took another sip of the wine, savoring it even as she fought the urge to laugh when he brought up the way that everyone had reacted to her dining with him.<br/><br/>Even her own people had not liked it.<br/><br/>Carefully she set her glass down, expression thoughtful. "I have no doubts, but nor do I have doubts that I must show them, all, friend and enemy alike that I am my own person and that I play this game thrust upon me by my rules and not theirs. I will not be a pawn in this chess game, if I must play then I will be the queen and nothing else."