<div class="floatright">(https://img00.deviantart.net/9350/i/2013/067/7/5/prince_ivan_wolf_by_mad_sama-d5xbtav.jpg)</div>Auren played it relatively cool as he was jerked closer, laughing at the surprise and then regaining his balance even as he watched her begin to undress him, her huge hands making him feel like he was being gently stroked by either a feisty crowd of servants or a very loving bear.<br/><br/>Of course, fair was fair.  As she took a peek at his broad chest--dark hair over tone muscle with a single long hunting scar over one breast-- he made a whistling shape with his lips, looking away and then quickly back to pull her own clothes out of the way for a brief second, her gown fluttering back down over her legs as he repressed his laughter.  "You're quite shapely yourself," he responded.  He found it deeply amusing how she seemed to hold the best courtly etiquette one moment--no doubt her elven tutor--but the next would act as if she had never seen another person before without realizing it.<br/><br/>"Whatever obstacles may appear, I have no doubts will be overcome." He boasted.  "After all, earlier today you took an oath to assist me against whatever might stand against us," he ran his arm up her leg, at least half of it, then squeezed her hip bone from behind, holding his arm straight out to do so.  "And frankly," he added, "I'm more than happy to try from wherever you'd like."