"What for?"

"I'm not sure, actually," she giggles some more. "And my, you are so very kissable."

"Thank you. I try."

"Really. What's your secret?"

"Well, it's a secret, obviously." He pauses, then adds, "I may have been - what's the phrase, lying by omission - when I said I wasn't a prince."

"Are you a king, then?"

He laughs. "No! I'm the heir of a landholding family, but we only have a piece of Aluvanna, not the whole thing. If you wanted to be an otherworldly princess you should be going to Aluvanna and chatting up my friend Rokarai."

"Well, between chatting up your friend Rokarai in the future and kissing you in the present, prince or no, I am pretty sure I know where my preferences lie."

Giggle. "Anyway, I'm not sure what she'd make of you. She's a bit shy."

"Hmm, that sounds endearing. But if she's the kind of shy that would be put off by the kind of not-shy I am, that might not be ideal. Is this you subtly telling me that you don't want to kiss me anymore or you subtly telling me I should also kiss other people or?"

"It's not me subtly telling you anything in particular."

She laughs. "Okay, my bad."

"Not a problem."

"And you also said the gender thing would not be a problem, yes?"

"I did."

"Iiiii think I'm gonna get back to kissing you right now if that's alright?"

"Perfectly."

How kind of her.

She could probably be reasonably described as kind, yes.

And pretty. She is also pretty.

She is terribly happy Ashras seems to think so!

"You're very pretty," he comments between kisses.

She giggles. "Thank you. You're awfully pretty, too."