[ Clear enough. He laughs short, head tilting as her fingers button away her skin. Not so desperate to put herself forward, this proud queen, he prefers it this way. There would be no enjoyment in a victory won so easily. ]

Then it shall do. [ He takes the jewel from the furs, twisting the chain around his fingers, traces of warmth still clinging to the gold. ] A prize to keep any man warm at night.

[ He will sleep well with promise of chaos to warm him, if he sleeps at all. Perhaps he will prowl the streets when she vanishes from his sight, leaving nothing but wisps of smoke, inspect the battlefield before the battle. ]

I would not imagine keeping you. [ Even if he wanted too he is sure he couldn't. She is untouchable. ] You are free to leave, Your Majesty.