Uban felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. Three gorgeous women were looking at him. At [I]him[/I]. And he felt on top of the world for it. He also felt like if he couldn't get closer to them, he would explode. He just wanted to touch their silky hair, or to caress their scales or to feel the press of their petal-soft lips on his... Uban actually gave a very soft whimper at the thought. He'd do anything they asked of him. Anything at all. An--

"What's your name?"

Her voice hit his ears like the most pleasant brick he could fathom. His brain was swimming with the musical sound of it, so much that he neither thought about it nor cared that he blurted out almost immediately, "Uban Taeleth Harriah!" He thought vaguely then that he would have killed a man to hear her say his name back to him. "But you can call me anything you like. Call me and I will come, sweet Tevira. And I'll bring you--" but he was distracted by the younger one moving effortlessly towards him, almost close enough to touch. Of course, he tried. When he failed, he dropped down to his knees like he'd been shot so that he could be more level with her, still straining against his bonds. 

Stars above, she smelled good. Good didn't cut it, actually. She smelled like ocean spray and the breeze through tall pines and the earthy scent of hay on a summer's evening and the delicate aroma of wild flowers and honey. "I'll...I'll bring you flowers," he began, thinking at first of gestures women found nice, and then he thought that it was possible she'd never seen flowers up close before, as they were distinctly and exclusively a land thing. "Flowers and exotic sweets--do you like chocolate?--and coffee from distant lands. I'll find it and fetch it for you with a glad heart." 

Uban smiled conspiratorially at her and, if it was possible for him to do so, he leaned forward a little more and his voice lowered. "I could give you music, my lady." He was breathing hard, he realized as he caught sight of the mist from his mouth illuminated in the moonlight. He laughed softly, smiling pleasantly and once again looking like a sunbathing cat. "I'm a good hand at the lute, though I haven't got it with me right now but, but I can sing too. Do you sing? I'd give anything to hear your voice sing to me...I'll bet it sounds like water falling, like the sun glittering on the waves, like the gentle kiss of the wind..." 

He was pulling so hard against the rope now that it was digging painfully into his skin, though he didn't notice. Tomorrow he'd have a bruise on his hipbones where the rope pressed there, but tonight he'd break those hips just to get close enough to touch her.