Laughing warm heartedly, the elven man kissed her lips and reached his hand further down slowly, kissing on her lips as his fingers came to touch upon her mound. Smiling to her, he ran a pair of fingers along those netherlips, sliding a single fingertip a bit of way into her folds, caressing their gates as he let out a soft breath. "Still, if I had my way you would be walking funny a lot." He smirked a bit jokingly but kissed on her lips happily.<br/><br/>He enjoyed those moments. Though he enjoyed lustful play, like what had happened with the gypsies (at least if it was not a dream, and the strange stone and the meal he had received suggested it was not) he also knew that there was more here. He cared for her enough that he knew that even if she was a married woman and nothing intimate came to be with them ever again, he would seek to help her.<br/><br/>With those thoughts in mind though, he still had to admit he also liked how good she felt against him, a smirk on his face.