Anne leans forward, her face open and honest, her voice a bit lower so no bystanders would hear.  "Seriously though, when was the last time you let yourself relax?  When did you enjoy something other than a military victory or a good fencing match?"  Her face becomes even more compassionate, her eyebrows raised. "When was the last time you enjoyed a lover?"  She noticed Gwenevire's glance, and guesses that by leaning forward she's also exposing the tops of her breasts and the edge of her bra, if inobviously (hopefully).  It's just the simple, comfortable white bra she threw on this morning, and she's wishing that she had put on something lighter with some lace...