Dimiss the man-servant and flirt
From Lord Of Utterdom
You give the man-servant a harsh glare, and he seems to catch your meaning. He excuses himself from the room hastily.
You lean in and run a single finger over the top of Jerianus' hand, up her forearm. "I came for some reason that your beauty has caused me to forget," you say, a sly grin on your face.
"You flatter me, my Prince," she says, withdrawing her hand slowly to just out of your reach.
"I mean it," you say. "I find myself desperately attracted to you."
She chuckles a little, then shakes her head. "Forgive me, my liege. Your reputation precedes you, and while I am truly flattered, you bark up the wrong tree. I will not fall prety to your charm nor fall into your bed." She bows slightly. "Will there be anything else?"
