His senses felt like the were stretched to the limits, every fiber focused to the point where he could hear the flow of blood through Fayura's veins, smell the subtle scent of her skin that became almost overwhelming as she moved closer. Her voice drew his attention to her immediately, away from the distraction of the faint sounds in the rooms beyond this one, and it took him a moment to piece together the meaning of the words beyond the velvet of her voice.

"My Lady..." He wasn't certain what exactly she offered, but he felt he trusted whatever she had to offer at this moment, still lost in the pleasure from feeding.