As she stood up and moved away from him, Tehr drug a finger through the wetness she'd expelled that coated his thighs.  Then putting his finger in his mouth he tasted her juices, not caring if she found such an act deviant or not, he wanted to taste her excitement.  As she sat down and began humming, he thought he recognized the tune.  After a moment or two he began singing softly the words that matched the tune.<br/><br/><em>I would I were on yonder hill. T'is there I'd sit and cry my fill, and every tear would turn a mill. <br/>I'll sell my rack. I'll sell my reel. I'll sell my only spinning wheel. To buy for my love a sword of steel.  <br/>I'll dye my petticoats. I'll dye them red, and around the world, I'll beg my bread. Until my parents shall wish me dead.  <br/>I wish. I wish. I wish in vain. I wish I had my heart again. And vainly think I'd not complain. <br/>But now my love has gone to France, to try his fortunes to advance. If e'er he come back, t'is but a chance.  </em><br/><br/><br/>Then when he couldn't remember the words any more he stopped and looked up and smiled at Emily.  "I used to have a maid who'd sing that song to me as a child.  Especially on nights when I couldn't sleep.  Does your clan have the same words?  I've been told that the words change sometimes depending on the singer."<br/><br/>Tehr knew he was a poor singer, but he didn't think it mattered.   By the time he was done singing, he no longer felt like sleeping.  "I'd gladly take you up on an offer of a warm bed, especially if there'd be someone there to share it with,"  he winked and pinched at her thigh lightly as he said it.<br/><br/>"But that being said, you did make me promise earlier to save a little energy to get home with, and I honestly must get back at some point tonight to set one or two affairs in order.  I hadn't planned on being out all night."   Tehr leaned over and kissed her shoulder softly, "Though I would like to return, or have you come visit me.   Maybe next time we can make plans for an extended visit?"