Reihana adhered to rules she had set for herself. She believed it the best reflection of her station and he found no fault with the logic, but he also would not have shied from such banter being returned with an audience. It was just as fun, though, to have her wings clipped on some occasions. He did his best not to take advantage too horrifically.
He mistook the expression on those lovely lips as mere distaste for such promiscuity rather than any personal slight. Mikino might have been gentler with those words for her sake, but perhaps that was all the more reason for her to keep the truth of the matter from him. She would not have taken well to that babying, and it would have become one more source of awkwardness between them.
“So, Lord Viorel, in the interest of being transparent, allow me to recap and you tell me how close I am to the mark. You have come here seeking out Her Majesty’s advisors to ask their blessing in sauntering your way to her bed to leave her with happy memories of a physician-approved attempt at granting us all an heir to the throne. Perhaps Lady Reihana could provide you with a calendar of Her Grace’s ovulation cycles.” It was a wonder he hadn’t been locked up by now. It was more of a wonder that Sidonie did not, by now, find him more exhausting than charming. Of course, this was not always the way of it with Mikino. Reihana knew that well enough.
“I respect…. Well, no, I understand what you mean to do here, Lord Viorel. I truly do. But I will be candid and say that there is a time and a place for the honeyed words and this is neither. You have presented yourself, we have graciously received you,” he gestured, boredly, with one outstretched hand. “What would you have of us now?”