Tehr nodded,<strong>"Of two things, so let us get the less than pleasant out of the way first."</strong>He proceeded to tell Rosalyn about his meeting with the archmage, and how the powerful wizard had promised to look into the duke tomorrow when he had the spells to do so.  It wasn't much news, but he wanted the beautiful elven woman to stay in the loop about such things.  He wished he could tell her more about the situation, but she seemed to handle the news or lack of it, with good spirits at least.  He supposed part of that was the elven lifespan giving a bit of distance to such matters.  He'd heard that elves considered humans to be much more impulsive and concerned with the moment and maybe this was a good example of it.  Her outward calm, her apparent lack of drama, was simply a matter of the elven 'long view' of the situation.<br/><br/>When that had been settled, he moved onto the second item.<strong>"I know not how to put this lady Rosalyn, but I feel I must speak my mind.  You know my reputation, and I'm sure you know that it is... if anything in fact... less bawdy and carnal than the truth of the matter.  Currently living in this home, I've bedded every woman save two."</strong>Those two of course being Rosalyn herself and one of the newer maids that had come to work for him from the halfling lands.  Not a member of house Ravos, but a common halfling woman of middle aged years who had served them well, and now quietly worked in Hewthorne hall.  Tehr was fairly certain that Rosalyn knew of his trysts with his own sister, though by couching his words in such a way, he left it open and ambiguous.<strong>"Furthermore, I try to treat women with the greatest of respect, and see that their feelings both in the bed and out are paramount.  I was raised by my mother to treat every woman like a queen, something I hope that I have always done with you.  However, I admit that I can not stop thinking about you.  From the other day when we danced, I..." </strong>He paused and couldn't find a more elegant word, so spoke plainly,<strong>"...I have found my lusts for you renewed with a burning passion.  When we first met, I found you devestatingly beautiful, and more than that.  I found your beauty as enchanting as any spell I'd ever seen cast.  Over time as I got to know you, learned more about you, I began to respect you more as a competent woman, and truthfully as a friend.  In fact I don't know how my sister would have coped with the loss of her friend had you not been there to counsel her and comfort her, to be her friend when she neeeded it the most.  My attraction to you did not fade, but it was tempered by everything else that you are.  However with the incident the other day, I find that temper, that professional distance that I allowed to build between us, shattered.  I again admit that I lust for you greatly.  I can not get the image of your body out of my head, nor the desire to feel you writhing in my arms out of my soul."</strong><br/><br/>He turned slightly and looked out the window, afraid to see the look on her face as he said,<strong>"I have never forced a woman in my life, and have no desire to do so now.  But I spent several hours this day drilling my cock into the queen's royal honey pot.  I made her claw at the bedsheets and cry out multiple times.  I left her exhausted and with a smile on her face from ear to ear.  Yet many times during those blissful moments, it was your face in my mind's eye.  I feel this is unfair to her as a lover, and it makes me question my own desires.  Am I simply smitten with you because you are that which I do not yet 'have' ?  Or is it something else?  In any regard, I needed you to know this, because I fear that I may not stop... no, correction, I know that I will not stop pursuing you, your affection, and your body, as long as you remain near me.  If such a thing is unwanted, maybe we should question if Hewthorne Hall is the proper place for you."</strong><br/><br/>He could not look at her then, afraid she would leave his home, afraid he would lose this beauty that he cared about deeply, and lusted after madly.