Aulfr could admit to himself that he could get used to having someone's hands roaming over him, like how Aleksandra was doing. He reluctantly allowed her to get off of him, but relaxed back into his bed to watch her bend over to throw on one of his shirts. Thoughts meandered through his mind, such as why she was so teasing and flirty at times, despite what he knew to be her past. And he pointedly ignored her refusal of being his partner, and instead his helper and nothing more.

"You know, they'd probably attack me. Noxans are aggressive compared to you Ardians," he explained, intentionally mispronouncing her nation's people, "And generally try to get what they want. The only reason why one of them hasn't tried to kill you yet is because you showed that you could beat the crap out of the biggest Noxan Jarl."

Then he gave her a wicked smile. 

"Besides, I don't think they have as many [i]assets[/i] as you do."

Finally, he decided to roll out of his bed, immediately deciding to stretch. As usual, the world fell away as he closed his eyes and stretched luxuriously, rolling arms and leaning back, popping shoulders, elbows, and back. 

Then, dropping limbs limply at his sides, he admired Aleksandra again, catching her staring. Again- the wicked grin, but he didn't do anything on it. 

"Speaking of assets, the time I'm taking over is coming up pretty soon. I'm going to need more agents, you know- more assassins like you. If you would, I can allocate resources and a section of the castle to you, to train several maids to be my spies and assassins." The way he said it was almost a suggestion, or request- but based on who he is, and how ambitious he is, it's probably obvious that it's more of an order.