There's a flick of her wrist that brings the flames of the candles to life, light flickering on the walls and bringing the tapestries to life with an ethereal glow. The leather of her clothing melts away into something softer, delicate green silks clinging to the curves of her pale skin, bangles replacing braces, and bare feet rather than boots.

She pads over to where he sits with a chalice in hand, a little something from a special reserve, and drapes herself in his lap. It's made all the easier given his position. A hand rests against his chest as she takes a sip, bringing her mouth to his to share the liquid that's been warmed by her mouth, the spice of it tingling her lips and tongue.