"And I," she says, breathlessly, "Have never walked a straight path in my life." (Her fingers shine briefly with a half-formed alteration spell - perhaps a reminder that a mage her level is only chained up as long as she wants to be.)

"I'll introduce more twists to keep you entertained in future, then."

"You're plenty entertaining, darling," she teases. "But I need a bit more than entertainment to go where I'm lead."

"Educate me, do."

Slow, lazy smirk.

"I could be a queen, you know," she murmurs. "A living god. There were those who begged me on their knees to bring back the golden age of Nerevaric Morrowind - and they'd rally to my banner if I but raised it."

Stretch, as much as the chains allow, until the metal creaks. "And queens do not lightly bow. Only for advantage..." Softer smile. "Or for love."

"I am certain I can bring one or the other for you."

"Perhaps both," she says, voice barely louder than breath. Then, more audibly: "But royal courtship - of queen or country ‐ takes longer than a scant few days, darling. No matter what the bards sing."

"I will keep working towards that goal."

"Exciting."

Kiss!

Kisses!!!

And from there, Elliane will begin winding things down.

From how languid Azi is, she's picked a good point for that. 

She has an instinct for these things.

Talented all around.

Of course.

And delightful.

The exemplar of all virtue.

Appropriate for a future Empress. 

Indeed.

Kiss!

Kiss!

 - And tiny kitty yawn.

"Time for bed?"

"Apparently."