The king of the Slaugh gave a low, rich chuckle. "Dangerous words, Princess." His comment could have been directed to either of her statements. "Do I speak words of fire and passion? I see fires in the eyes of those who would follow you. I do not think that they care for me so close to you."<br/><br/>He leaned in against her, letting his body brush against hers as they moved through the ritual steps of the dance. His head dipped low again, his breath warm on her neck, voice barely above a whisper. "If your followers lose their tempers, it is your reputation that suffers. One poor choice may be considered a harbinger of others."<br/><br/>He raised his head up again, gazing into her eyes. "But perhaps we can discuss such things later, in private."