Neverwinter Forest But we see it, the rest of us. And we lie.

In Belharra's eyes it was only a rejection if she had earnestly wanted it.. Don't get a gal wrong, she was definitely intrigued to see if he delivered in that department - but she wasn't one to give up part of her for free. Not to someone who had yet to earn her trust.

She was no shut-in cloister either. She could open up, when she was in the mood. It wasn't that there was sentimentality tied into the deed, or even that she wanted something deep and meaningful. It was just that simply, she was at her most vulnerable, when a guy was straddling her. How could she turn around and attack him, if he planned to weild the knife?

"Ye'd make a worse husband than bard." She commented dryly, a hint of laughter glittering in her gaze. "Intriguing company? Is that flattery? I should have ye know, I'm immune to such windbagging. Now that the air is cleared - are ye gonna flit out like a spring dove, knowing your fuckable princess is in another castle?" Her tone was joking, but her eyes had turned hard. Belharra had enough experience to know that men that wanted to dip their dick in something warm often fucked right off the second they realized they weren't going to get what they wanted. What was worse, most of them didn't even hide their shame by pretending to stick around! They just up and left, not that she was complaining. Nothing worse than entertaining a guy who was strictly only interested in her for the warmth provided between her legs.