"I assure you," he muttered softly, "I am a master of discretion."<br/><br/>Which was, he realized to himself, actually quite true.  In his half a year here in Londinium he'd had over a half a dozen affairs with various women, none of great importance.  Yet it seemed that court politics fed on gossip and rumor, and the only liaison that had made it's way back to his ears had been with a married woman who was simply trying to hurt her own cheating husband.  For some reason, he simply didn't feel the need to brag about conquests.<br/><br/>These thoughts ran through his head as he softly pushed Emily backwards towards a chair.  Guiding her to sit, he unbuttoned her pants and then slowly slid them down her legs, taking any stockings and shoes as he went.  Then, kneeling on the floor in front of the halfling, he began by kissing her calf, first one then the other.  Then he slowly kissed his way up the halfling's legs.  In direct contrast to Tera, his lover that he'd been with only a third of a day earlier, Emily was not hairless.  The woman's legs had a very fine coat of soft, thin, light hair.  Tehr assumed that it was a halfling trait, just as being hairless was an elven one.  But since he'd never been with a halfling before, he didn't know for sure.<br/><br/>Tehr took his time kissing his way up her legs, ending at the cleft between her thighs.  He looked up from between her legs, looking for confirmation before he continues.