When Gwenevere told him she could settle into the role of mistress without much trouble she hadn’t been lying.  Now that an agreement had been reached, she did not need to hold back her attention. Already she felt a connection with Darius borne from a common goal, the desire to see the white city fall. It was just of matter of making that dream a reality and they were well on their way.<br/><br/>Darius’s whispered words stirred desire in her blood she wondered if they would even last until after their meal at this point. She could feel him straining against the tight leather breeches he wore, with a coy smirk the sorceress pressed the palm of her hand against his length with just enough force he knew it was intentional, while her free hand her fingers toyed with the waist of his pants tugging teasingly on the front and a soft, seductive laugh escaped her lips.<br/><br/>They were so close together for that brief moment he would be able to feel her own desire, how she trembled beneath his touch and her the vaguest impression of hardened nipples beneath the thin silk. “Promises, Promises.” She whispered against his own ear, soft lips brush ever so slightly against the lobe. Gwen was actually disappointed when he let her go and it flashed on her beautiful face for but a moment before the seductive mask was back in place.<br/><br/>“As much as I wish we could spend the morning in your chambers I have some minor preparations to make so we may have to wait, just a little longer. There is also the matter of my cloths and the….collar. I expect you’ll want those taken care of. Unless of course you would prefer I walk around nude?” she chuckled softly. “Which can, or course, be arranged at your discretion.” Her hand came up and toyed with the clasp that held her dress together. Just one flick of her wrist and she would be bare before him once more.