She leans back, keeping the same smirk on her face. "Ah, so there is a brain behind that pretty face," she says, laughing, a somewhat cruel tone entering her voice, as her glamor melts away, slowly and deliberately. Her figure is much the same, but the revealing dress is gone, replaced with form-hugging, silvery-gray steel, a deep hue reminiscent of a winter's night. Her hair changes from a lovely shade of auburn to a brilliant silver, and her eyes take on a crystal blue hue. A beautiful, golden crown graces her head, giving the impression of a warrior queen, more than anything.<br/><br/>"I was wondering how long it would take you to notice. The last Knight, we were halfway to his bedroom, before he noticed the weight of the armor," she says, laughing musically. "Of course, it's just sex. Hardly anything for the Sidhe to get worked up about."