The Baron waits a moment for you to reply, but when you say nothing, he frowns a bit and leans down over you, running a hand along your stomach.  "What's wrong, my dear Elf?  Don't believe me?  Whatever anyone may say about me, I am a man of my word."  He leans in closer and presses his lips against the nape of your neck, kissing you softly.  His hand slowly runs over the bare skin of your torso, moving upward until it gently cradles one of your breasts.  It is a stark contrast of his treatment of them on his previous visit, and his fingers lightly brush across the sensitive skin rather than squeeze or grope the flesh.