<div class="floatright">(http://www.islandimporter.com/images/W/IMG_6148-Edit.jpg)<br/><sup>http://tinyurl.com/kbl7o2b</sup><br/>picture to show pants only, not Tehr's physique<br/></div>Tehr held Emily's hand as they walked back through the manor house.  They stopped at his bedroom door and he turned.  Taking her hand he kissed the back of her knuckles, "Thank you for such a lovely day and I can only hope the rest of the week is as close to as exciting."  He let her hand go and chuckled, "Though I could do without someone trying to kill me if possible.   Have a lovely night miss d'Ravos."<br/><br/>He sighed as he closed the door to his bedroom and looked around the room.  His good sense of smell picked out the slightest notes of sex still in the room, lingering traces of his passion with Emily earlier.  He smiled and thought about opening a window, but knew it was getting too cold to sleep with it open.  He wouldn't enjoy catching a chill, especially without Angelique to tender him back to health.  He moved to his luggage and opened it and drew out a comfortable and well worn pair of strongly woven linen sleeping pants.  He stripped down the nobles clothing and did his best to lay it out on the back of a chair.  He hoped that tomorrow one of the servants would unpack and hang his clothing in the wardrobe.  He'd make a note to ask to please have it done, he didn't like dressing from luggage.  He tied up the waistband on the linen pants and sighed, glad to be out of the restricting dress.<br/><br/>He saw Angelique's note from earlier and he folded it and tucked it into a corner of the luggage.  It made him smile and he had no urge to chuck it into the fireplace.  He drew forth his traveling spell book and moved to the table in the room and turned it open, trying to decide what spells would be best to use for an exhibition style duel.  He had only begun to ponder when there was a soft knock on the door.  He stood and opened the door himself, looking down into the pretty eyes of the red haired maid from earlier.<br/><em><br/>"Evening m'lord, I brought some food as you requested, and had some tea leaves ready as well as hot water. I could come pour you a cup if you would like?"</em>she said with a smile on her face and a curious look in her eyes.  She seemed to realize suddenly that he was wearing only thin linen sleep pants.  Her eyes widened slightly and just the slightest hint of color rose to her cheeks.  Tehr couldn't tell if it was excitement or embarrassment, but as he stepped aside and gestured to the table, he thought he caught her sneaking a peak at his crotch.  Tehr had been decently endowed for a human man, and when flaccid he still swung a few inches of cock.<br/><br/>Tehr smiled as Sarah Applemane turned to take the tray to the table.  Tehr turned and closed the door, and while he did surreptitiously reached down and gave his soft cock a few squeezes.  Not enough to grow erect, but enough to plump up a little.  Might as well put on a good show after all.  "Yes please," he said answering her question, "a cup of tea is one of my favorite ways to prepare for bed."  He moved to the table and sat back down, sliding his spell book to the side so it was out of the way, but not closing it.  He doubted highly that Sarah Applemane knew any magic, and so the arcane writing would mean nothing to her.  It was, after all, open to a page with no illustrations.  Some of his blue magic spells had illustrations that could be described as erotic in nature, but the book was not open to those pages currently.<br/><br/>He sat back in the chair and let his legs spread slightly, his thick cock laying on his left thigh, its outline well defined by the thin pants, but slightly hidden by the shadow of the table.  "Tell me miss, should I call you ms. Applemane, or Sarah?  For I would speak with you for a bit if such is acceptable to you.  Though," Tehr paused and gave her a chance to escape if she wished, "I understand a maids duties are legion and if you must away quickly I'll understand."<br/><br/>He smiled as he pulled the tray towards him, eager to see what food she'd brought.  He had to admit he was slightly hungry.