"You are sweet, Elf..." The woman says with a smile. "But elves live long lives, and nights blend with dreams over the course of a century or two."<br/><br/>The stone-skinned woman plants another slow, soft kiss on your lips, and gently coaxes you onto your side so that she may curl up against you. Never disentangling, or pulling you free of her "hold"... just pressing tighter against you as she pulls her cloak over the both of you.<br/><br/>"Though I would like to think that our dance will be worth remembering..." She says, resting her forehead against your chest. "It was certainly worth missing dinner for, yes?"