He laughed softly, "Only the dance is done. The party is over when there is no one left to celebrate." He said before nudging his head, "Come, we'll sit on the balcony."
He smiled playfully before jokingly looking around to make sure it was safe before leaning over her ear, his breath tickling her flesh, "I'm the baron.." He whispered.
She blushes and hides her face. "I.. I thank you, your grace but.. I.. I'm not so certain... my hus.." she trails off and sighs. "My husband doesn't seem to think so.." she said. It seemed as though the life drained from her at the mere mention of her husband.
His expression hardened slightly, "He is a fool to not worship the very ground in which you step. To relish being in the same space you breathe in. To beg your affections like the repugnant animal he seems to be."