*cannot help sounding cryptic, when there is so much that must remain hidden* I feel a connection with Ingil. I will not cannot explain except to say that he and I have had dealings in the past. He too is acquainted with the House of Fëanáro.
*wryly* I do find some of it amusing, of course. At least the ferocity of the women in my life. *cups your chin so that he can search your eyes, find confirmation there* You have fascinated me almost from the start. Unafraid. Fragile. *leans in kiss your mouth briefly, experimentally (we are as warm and lush as any living thing)* Hmm. There is leverage in fascination...did you not know? There is also the matter of my daughter. *traces your jawline with a finger* Look around you. Do you regret your grass stains yet, Princess?