The Watchers mock me, Ryn thought, smile only just now starting to fade slightly. Or rather, decrease somehow. The expression was still there, but less genuine by the moment. Sighing, Ryn turned to face the little lordling, and this time she gently removed his hand.
"It is a kindness, my Lord, I assure you," she told him, voice quiet. "Forgive me, but I simply cannot lay with you, Sir, though I don't doubt what you say. I'm..." She hesitated, a true rarity in her life. "It simply cannot be. We have too common an affinity. It would be a most grievous crime in the eyes of the Creator and men alike." Not to mention truly disgusting. There simply was not enough coin in all the world to get Ryn to consider such a thing.