Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-27550231-20190221163132

"Aye. You are the anchor that maintains this keep grounded. That ensures that it is not swept away by the tumultuous waves of strife."

Jorge tightens his grip around the vampiress and pulls her over himself as one would a blanket.

"You hold great power and beauty and any other would commit many a crime to be with you... yet. Yet here you are in my quarters, in my arms, in the dull warmth of the fireplace..."

Two proverbial daggers embedded themselves in Jorge's side, the manifested pain causing him to tense up and grasp Imperia's wrists pushing her up for a moment.

Now I see... The knight smiled devilishly for a moment before relaxing once more into a less devious expression.

"I am sorry. I got a little carried away there. We wouldn't want to wake Layoka... or worse, have her see us."

He had no intention of bedding her, no drive to do so. The Goddess who shadowed him made sure of that. But she could not stifle his emotions. Cause him to loath or push away those she did not approve of. Only he could do that and at this moment he did not want to hurt the fragile being in his arms and the best he could do was save face and whisper sweet nothings for the night.