He was tall, and broad, with his silver body scuplted in the likeness of some manly god.  Strong in the chin and sensual in the lips, his eyes were golden, as were the intricate runes embossed around his shoulders and chest.  He chuckled again, "I think not, little doe."  His free hand touched her cheek gently, brushing his fingers down her silken skin to brush his thumb pad over her lips.  "I am not such a fool as to think so mighty a woman so easily conquered."<br/><br/>He traced his fingers down her chest, and one finger trailed aroudn the outer curve of her left breast.