Taris smiled at her, letting a small chuckle escape. He leaned back in his seat, "Confidence, eh? I wish i could say it was that, but no. I fear i'm a fool for being here, but I find myself unable to resist archery competitions, they are a passion of mine. Among other things." His eyes flashed over her body at the last words, locking on her face. For a moment he had an image of a pale hand against a black chest... that was right. He'd almost forgot about the Sun's Curse, rumor was she was the first in many years to be born with it. Taris took a glance at her gloved hands, according to his people's legends, the Moon Elves used the ability against his people in the war that split their races long ago. Still, something to be said for a dangerous woman. Taris let his body relax into an air of quiet self-assurance, his eyes sparkling.

"Part of me wants to believe you're here for another reason," she told him and her eyes locked into his. The assassin grinned again and let his fingers trail over her arm for a moment. "Actually," he began, "I do have business in the castle and city for a couple of months. I had actually hoped you might want some [i]company[/i] while I was here. For my part, I find you a wonderful companion." It was a lie, Taris was enchanted by her. [i]Damn, she's gorgeous[/i], he thought, and her skin is just... "I'm sorry if I seem forward, Your Highness, it's just, beautiful women entrance me... and I've never met anyone as beautiful as you..."