He watched her as she got onto her bed, and lay onto his bed. He couldn't help but stare at her body and want to explore every inch of it; to find every mystery and splendor to be found there. Before he knew it she turned onto her back and stared him straight in the eyes, it almost feel like she could stare straight into his soul. He swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth, and stopped himself from clearing his throat.
He desired her, yet he kept himself under control. It also helped that he felt guilty about his "midnight problem" but he would deal with that when the time came. He felt himself get slightly flustered and it suddenly felt like the room had gotten hotter. When she sat up and her shirt was pulled even lower off her shoulders, he felt himself flash several more shades of red. It was then she spoke up.
"It must be nice to be a prince." She broke eye-contact and looked around "I bet I'm not the only girl to lay here. Mm, you'd be a big hit with the peasants, I bet."
Atric sat down on the bed and leaned back on his hands. he let out a small half-chuckle-half-sigh as he stared the ceiling. "Being a Prince is still quite a strange feeling." Memories of his childhood flooded his mind. "I can't see myself ever getting used to it. It all so sudden." he let another a sigh. As for that second part, I would be lying if I said I have never been with a woman." He turned his head to look at her. "But I would also be lying if I said you weren't the first girl to come into my room that wasn't here for cleaning or decorating though." He didn't know why he was being so honest, but he kept going for some reason "If anything, I can't stand people who use their position or rank to take advantage of the people who are in their care. It's deplorable. Atric wanted to kick himself, he was running his mouth when should just be quiet, but he couldn't seem to stop himself.
He wanted nothing more then to move his hand closer to her, to touch her, to embrace her, to make love to her. But he refused to force her to do anything she didn't want to do. Despite already being heavily intoxicated, he wouldn't push her any more then that. It had nothing to do with the fact that she could probably rip him to pieces, but it seemed wrong in his skewed view of the world. That and, he was enjoying their small talk as well. She made him feel like he could be himself without having to be on guard, to just talk about what worries him and not hide anything.