Emiri was rather shocked when he actually spit his food out, moreso when some of it landed on her face. With a slight cough, she gently wiped her face, though shot him a look. Were all men this gross? Hard to believe he was a prince. Grant had never been so crude--[i]Oh you stop that thought right there![/i] Her body got heated as she was reminded of [i]him[/i]. With a cluck of her tongue, she sipped her coffee as Jaakuna spoke, eyeing him warily. It looked like he had taken a page out of her book, and was scarfing down her food. She prepared another napkin in case he felt the need to show him his food.

She was right. Damn it. Did she really want to continue? Part of her wanted to drop the conversation right then and there. Her skin crawled as she imagined him slipping her dress off, their two bodies embracing as--[i]whoa, whoa, whoa, what?! What in the world am I thinking THAT for?![/i] She bit her lip, looking at Jaakuna. Why was she thinking of that?! She shifted slightly in her seat, trying to regain her composure. Truly she was going mad, imagining such a situation. Well, he did inform her that she was his only lover. Meanwhile Emiri had hardly even seen a man naked, let alone do...it. And what business of it was hers to know, really? They were married, it was natural, wasn't it?

Emiri lowered her gaze to her own dress. "[b][color=f6989d]It's...it's hers, isn't it?[/color][/b]" She asked quietly, suddenly becoming very interested in her cup and avoiding eye contact with Jaakuna. "[b][color=f6989d]Your...wife. Right?[/color][/b]" She hated that word, instantly regretting asking.