"And deadly in the right hand," Ianthe replied, taking that skeletal hand from hair to cheek, drawing Peony close again while the bard was kneeling before her. A very short distance to close for lips to meet lips.

"If you want me, I'll accept you as my Dominant. Tohether we will find one of the demonstrations that interest you and participate. If there is more than one, I'll choose from those."