[ Ah, perhaps he will have some regrets come morning and perhaps a headache or two. Not now, of course, now he has no regrets standing so close to her as he is. Her smaller, shorter, frame has him looking down upon her, sun kissed skin almost aglow in the dim candlelight. What will he do with this? Her invitation placed so in front of him, plain in all the little ways she holds herself. It would be remiss of him to ignore it, would it not?
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We are both free to indulge this night.