Tehr chuckled and stood, stepping to the chair that Tera sat in.  Casually he reached down and let one finger trace along the edge of her collar bone.  The path it traced hit the edge of the robe she was wearing.  He hooked his finger inside of it and tossed it back, opening her robe so he could gaze at her fine elven form.  While Rosalyn was an object of unceasing lust for him, and also an elf, Tera was formed differently.  Still lithe and pert, she was 'harder' than Rosalyn, more well defined muscularly, though still bearing soft smooth feminine lines and curves.  She had a strength that the object of his desire did not, she was beautiful in her own way.<br/><br/><strong>"You misunderstand me Tera, I was speaking of sleeping arrangements.  I do not wish any of my friends or lovers to want, and that is why I have Angelique see who shares my bed at night.  But it is only that time at night, in the bedchambers of which I speak.  I am still the master of my own time and of my house in all other things.  I'd never force my attentions on any woman who did not desire it.  But I would bend you over my desk right now and have my way with you if that is not entirely disagreeable to you."</strong><br/><br/>He smirked down at her, the bulge in his robes growing by the moment.