She nods, smiling at his tender touch, rising out of her chair, and untying the knot holding her robe together, before shedding it in one, fluid movement, the thin robe pooling at her feet, revealing her stunning, elven form, hairless from the neck down, her body showing a little of her age, though not as much as a human would; while she still looks young, it's on the older end of 'young'; about the equivalent of five or six human years older than Cerul, even though the true difference is more than a century. "Do as you please," she says, bowing her head, slightly, to him.