There was a smile on Rosalyn's lips as she listened to him intently, weighing his words carefully in her mind at the time but nodding slightly now and then, seeming to give it a fair share of thought. His explanation was met with a chuckle and smile for most part, acceptance and even an approving, delighted nod as he spoke of the old saying.<strong>"I think that would be a popular saying among people I know."</strong>She chuckled a bit but nod her head, waiting him to finish his explanation. Listening curiously and nodding for him to carry on, she smiled amused while hearing the description of his life as he saw it, and then moving onto her.<br/><br/>A faint redness evident on her face, she smiled proudly nonetheless, even if it was a flattering that had her chuckle a bit she said nothing immediately. Instead smiling in a pleased fashion, casting a glance at his lap at the words about the desire again, seeing him shift, but not seeming to mind. Hearing him out to the end, she nod her head at him while thinking things over after he finished. The question almost caught her By surprise, a blush on her face showing her previous thoughts interrupted, the description of her bosom against his bare chest, and beyond that. Her own thighs shifting slightly, she let out a small laugh at this point and grinned.<strong>"When you finish a description in such a fashion, it does make me wonder if the intent was not to send me to my room for a while to seek a measure of relief from the painting brushed on the canvas of my imagination by your words, to indulge in the art by giving it a particular sort of applause and cheer, a hand moving swiftly and a voice certainly pitching a higher tone."</strong>She smirked still, but then drew a long breath.<br/><br/><strong>"Seeing into the future is not one of my gifts, but the elves tend to try and view things from the point of being present for a long time. I am relatively young by the standards of my race, but I have seen a fair share of things. I have come to believe there's much more to a person than can be discovered in a chance encounter in one evening. The most outrageous flirts and compliments would amuse me, but not sway my opinion on whether or not to spend a night. I see myself as someone who would spend a length of time to know another, first."</strong>Smile playing on her lips, she sipped on her bit of tea, looking at him for a refill before carrying on.<br/><br/><strong>"I do hope to avoid becoming a songbird trapped in a gilded cage, which seems the fate of many a charming woman in this city. I doubt I could take such captivity well, but at the same time I feel comfortable around your family. There's no real expectations, no harsh lessons, no insistence on prim and proper behaviour. There is the matter of being well mannered for the times at the court of course, but one can let their hair, or robe down and dance in their natural state now and then, let one's mind soar free, their hair flow, their bosom raised by an arching body, the freedom to be. So I am seeing myself as part of this house unless you were to ask me to leave. Until such a point though, I would likely be present, and observe full of curiosity."</strong>A faint smirk toyed at the corner of her lips as she brushed a fingertip against her lower lip.<br/><br/><strong>"There's even whispers that nightly visits come and go with your room being a sight to behold. I am afraid I have only witnessed it once, when you were working on that statue of yours, and I admit I would be curious to see it again. Though I do wonder if you have ever had your half-elven friend and servant join you a little clumsy in the night, stubbing a toe on approach, before finding you. I wonder how that would be, if the stubbed toe and distracted thoughts might bring one to a level of an amateur for such a thing, face unseen in the night, but soft lips of elven descent finding their own descending path along your rod, a mouth's warm embrace greeting it."</strong>She smiled a bit but then allowed herself a moment to shake her head and blush.<strong>"Yet perhaps I should not tease about such thoughts when you have asked me seriously where I might see myself."</strong><br/><br/>Drawing a long breath and thinking on it, Rosalyn's hands rested before her on the table, her eyes watching him intently yet she kept her lips sealed for a short bit of time. Contemplating her answer or letting him wait, either way it took a short moment before she spoke.<strong>"Perhaps in a year's time I will find myself standing by you an ally as well as an ambassador to my people, to speak with both court and yourself, a direct ear of the queen in your lips reach, and yours in mine. I see myself being present to aid my own people, but to also pursue freedoms I can have away from other elves. Less expectations on me because of my family name and lineage, and more chances to just be Rosalyn. You may elevate me to a Goddess but I am but a woman, though humility is not my strongest virtue I'll admit. I do not view the moments that come about in this house as bad form by any means, but at some point I might have to decide whether I shall hold onto ambitions of becoming a wife to someone and carrying a white dress on my figure to the altar, or if I would leave that path to others of my family line, and simply embrace life, and those close to me."</strong><br/><br/>Gazing at him she then let out a faint sigh.<strong>"What will be, we shall see, too much doubt casts shadows on hopes, but sometimes a chance comes to a heart that elopes."</strong>