As dour and serious as any little lordling, if this were her home, she would ask who his people are, what spirit he calls dear to give him such striking eyes.

But it matters naught here. Whoever he is, is as revelant as who she is. Which is currently the woman whose cheeks are pink with the heat of dancing, limbs long and loose, strong and sure. Wild, wild eyes that ebb like water as they meet his plainly.

A smile, like all the world is a secret pleasure, and it is. She had forgotten after so much pain, but it was.

"It will taste like bilge water and rot, first. Not for the weak of stomach or heart." But to gain anything worthwhile in life, difficulty was to be expected. "Then you shall know radiance itself, every warm thought and earthly pleasure for a moment of eternity."

There is no lie, no false promise. She had never been a good liar, even when she needed to have been. Worn openly and plainly is the offer.