Sadde is home; it's a Friday evening, his shift is over, and there's no school. He's reading a book, lying on his bed in his small-but-tidy apartment.
He is also quite naked, because it's his place and why not?
He certainly does have fangs, but it's not hard to stay out of their way.
And Ashras doesn't seem to mind. He seems pretty pleased about the whole business, in fact.
(They're not. She's the kind of good at kissing that suggests experience.)
(She is, also, very pleased. In fact, she may produce noises indicating this.)
Yes! Noises! And leaning into the kiss, and maybe accidentally rumpling his shirt a little bit with her hands and then politely stopping the rumpling and patting the rumpled spots.
The rumpling causes him to smile a tiny bit, and the subsequent patting causes him to giggle outright.
"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."
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."
"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?"