Elizabeth was panting a moment but smirking back she let out a heavy sigh before slapping his chest lightly. "You have to ask?" She laughed and grinned at him amusedly, not looking dissatisfied in any manner. Stroking his chest gently, Elizabeth drew deep breath a couple of times, then slowly nodding her head to Moira. "You are excused, unless you want to help him clean up his scepter." She hummed while getting up and moving to get herself a towel. Sitting down upon it she turned to gently stroke on his chest, closing her eyes, and smiling.<br/><br/>"Its good to have people that you can trust upon. There's a lot going on, and very many ambitious people, not many who respect the rule I have at this time, and I need good allies. Its a troubling time, but these things take time to build up the pressure at times. You should enjoy the rewards of this success afterwards. Moving into the mansion, getting yourself and your sister comfortable there, and then making sure that companion you brought is fine too." She gently stroked on Tehr's chest at the time, watching him.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Moira had moved closer, her eyes watching him, as she kneeled and reached over to brush her fingers against his cock. Eyeing the towel beneath the Queen's crotch and the mess on it, she turned her eyes to the shaft. Her lips leaning close, she didn't treat his shaft like it was a blowjob, not like any sort of a chore. Her tongue's touch was lavishing, caressive in a fashion of actually seeking to love it, almost like a worship of its own right, tender and soft in her touch, cleaning it up without crude slobber, her tongue's touch soft and light, the touch aiming to get him clean and gently caress him in a lovingly affectionate manner with her lips and tongue through it, fingers on the base of his shaft holding him in a gentle grasp.