<div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a6/6e/4f/a66e4f332d0b5a15bfe634ea373cfd19.jpg)</div>Zatanna smiled gratefully up at Tempest as he brushed away her tears as he lent her his strength. Without thinking about it, she pursed her full, cherry red lips and blew on his tearstained fingertip, murmuring softly, "enog eb worros," as her wane smile grew warmer and color came back to her face. There was no magic in her incantation, none but that of memory and the repetition of  a ritual learned as a child. "My father used to do that everytime I cried in his arms," she whispered softly to Tempest, explaining herself so he could share in the comfort he gave her so generously.<br/>.<br/>Zatanna gave Tempest's waist a squeeze as she said, "I... Don't want to be alone... So... If you don't mind, join me for dinner?" The rising tone at the end of the sentence made it a request, but she hadn't quite let Tempest go yet, so its not like he was free to go...not yet, not without being rude. "I'll whip up anything you like...and.wine...yes?" she asked...then laughed lightly and slipped a hand from around Tempest's waist so she could stand beside him and brush her hip against his in a saucy caress. "If you don't trust my intentions I could vow to do you no dishonor, sir," she said in a challenging and wry way.<br/>.<br/>Zatanna reached out and opened her chamber door, pushing it so it swung open. As she had the highest room in the highest tower, the view, even from out here on the other side of the doorframe was incredible. The room had a large table made of coral with elegant chairs made of driftwood about it. Behind that, she had a large, four poster.canopied bed on one side of the room and a dressing area.in the other. "Shall we?" she asked lightly, but there was a touch of a feline playfulness in her eyes.