[b]Very gingerly, Sylvia held onto the cuffs in her hand, now thoroughly mortified. Of course, Cendres had gotten carried away again. While making love with her husband would be nice, all she really wanted was to share a bed with Aranhil. Besides, other than two affectionate pecks in the morning & before bedtime, Aranhil kept his distance with Sylvia, so she had no idea if she was ready for that kind of intimacy. Her maiden heart would probably explode if she really tried to pounce on her husband.

Holding the handcuffs as though they burned her skin, Sylvia gingerly put them onto a nearby table, wrenching her hands together. Just what was Cendres thinking sex involved? Although, Sylvia had to admit, Cendres probably knew a lot more than her. What if Aranhil shared the same love of handcuffs? Gods, she needed to calm herself. She was letting a woman almost 30 years her junior get her riled up.

"I think that I will try the direct approach," Sylvia murmured softly then, "With my clothes on. You're right, Cendres, Aranhil isn't being swayed with subtlety. I am being too roundabout than a dragon's wife should be. If I explain things to him in a straightforward manner, he's bound to agree right?" Grabbing the cuffs again, Sylvia gingerly handed them to her sister-in-law.

"Besides, I think it has occurred to you that I have nowhere near the strength I will need to overpower your brother & cuff him to a bed," Sylvia said, blushing a little at her own joke.[/b]