<div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/e7662fad12f269372b003682baf5ab51/tumblr_nqesr5mzRt1u5hdkbo1_500.jpg)</div>Cassia follows Connor through the dusky streets of Anfaigh, recalling carefully her route back to the inn so as not to forget it. When Connor's house comes into view, she doesn't seem put-off by its size nor the scents of his trade. Rather, the earthen smell on the air conjures up images of the young man in front of her working with his hands...<br/><br/>"You have a skilled trade and a home, Connor. That is more than many men can say for themselves." The paladin locks her eyes on his, glimmering in the dim light of the potter's house. "You also have a silver tongue," she adds, a hint of amusement on her voice and a smile tugging at her lips. "You would make a fine husband for many young women. They would be lucky to have you." It's tenderly said, but the implication is there: I am not to be your wife.<br/><br/>Silently, Cassia's fingers reach out, pulling at the drawstrings of the potter's tunic one at a time. She peels his shirt up over his head and her hands glide down over the chest that's bared before her. "Now," she purrs, the hand he's holding guiding him to his bed, "I think it is time for your reward." With the same deliberate slowness that she used on his shirt, Cassia works Connor's pants down around his ankles. "Lie back," she murmurs simply. She inhales deeply, taking in the smell of clay and man alike, then sinks down onto her knees at the edge of the bed.<br/><br/>While her greaves scrape against the floor of Connor's home, the paladin begins. Her hands run across his thighs until they are both poised around his member's base. She palms his balls, cupping them with one while the other holds him upright. Her blue eyes twinkle, looking up at his. Her mouth opens languidly into the shape of a perfect 'O'. In a smooth motion, she takes him into her warm lips with a delighted "mmmm..."