Her mention of daylight did bring a thoughtful look to his face, even as his finger continued to slowly rub her despite her hands around his wrist.  His strength allowed him to ignore her efforts.<br/><br/>"I would prefer to reach the castle before nightfall," he admitted, "If only to have a chance to parade you through town while there's light still to let the peasants get a good look at you..."<br/><br/>His finger lingered a few more seconds and then eased lower to press cold and hard into her passage to seek any signs of dampness from his attentions.