"Well how about at the masquerade you can make it up to me by telling me just how much of a scoundrel and a lecher I was the whole time you were here. I'm sure that will square the books and keep my reputation intact."
He just laughed and shook his head at her antics. "Now if you were truly wanting it, you'd have come in here without your knickers on." But even as he spoke he'd moved up against her on the table, his own hands sliding along her thighs as he leaned in to kiss her. "Oh I'm not wondering, not any more."
"Definitely a charmer if he can make you sing his praises so highly." His hands brushed the insides of her thighs. "Now are you going to undo my robes, or am I going to have to do all the work myself?"