When Koram enters, she stirs slightly and her full lips draw to a slight smile from the shadows cast by the oil lamp.  In the amber light, her skin is the color of antique gold, more visible by the moment as she arches her back and stretches up more from the sheets, as one waking from sleep and stretching into the sun.<br/><br/>The knight's kiss goes unreturned, for the moment, except by a fluttering of her eyes, a spreading smile.  "Such a gentleman," she says huskily, as if still partly within the reverie from which she seems to emerge, "and so kind at finding a stranger in your bed..."  With a spreading smile, she eases her way higher up on the pillow, the sheet clinging to the peaks of her youthful breasts as she turns them up toward the ceiling.<br/><br/>"You surprised me, Koram,"  she eyes his open shirt, looks him over with a suggestive sweep of her eyes.  "Returning with not one trollop on your arm?  I thought you'd have half the county's daughters tailing you through the streets."<br/><br/>The sheet slips as she sits up, as if it escaped her attention, and when it falls she works her legs in a scissoring to draw the sheets down her bare body.  Her even-hued coppery skin glistens in the steady amber glow of the low lamp, and her body is taut with long ropes of youthful muscle.  Her full breasts, pert and crowned with dusky-pink aureoles, rise and fall gently with her breath, and the sheet lingers like an artist's flourish between her thighs and up across her arm.<br/><br/>"The sheets feel wonderful, Koram... but a bit lonely."  She blinks, dreamily, into his face.  "You should feel them.  Really."