Emera kissed him gently. She couldn't help it, he was right there, and it was just too easy. She reached up and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "I think you still haven't gotten me in bed, and your male pride won't let you leave me until you do." She purred back. Sometimes, she was certain she had him all figured out. Usually, though, she was hoping that he would prove her wrong. He didn't just want to sleep with her, did he?

"I think," She whispered as her lips moved across his jaw. "You find me to be different than anyone you've met before." She almost couldn't believe herself. Her hands moved on their own accord, touching his shirt gently, and searching for the easiest way to get it off of him. "I think people see me as a conquest, and you would not want them to say you turned from one." She nipped at his neck gently, trying to keep her own desires in check. She hadn't realized how badly she wished to see him shirtless.

Pulling away from her young prince, she looked up to meet his eyes. She could hardly catch her own breath. "I think I'm not so sure I care any more. But I do know something." Very gently, she kissed him one more time, then stepped away.

"I know I am going to see the vampires." She smiled at him and took one more kiss. "Your people don't have an alliance with them. I've been studying the politics of your court, you know." She looked very pleased with herself. "Your country is at war with almost the whole rest of the world. Sylvia is sure to find that out. And she will not want to bring children into a world with so many dangers. We are going to go make peace with every single land that you hate. So, pack a bag, River. If you want to stay with me, you've got to come with me."