Duty and responsibility is far from her mind when he returns her kiss. He fills her with such warmth, as if fanning the flames inside her--sometimes too hot, and sometimes, like now, a warm and comfortable heat.

"Not yet." With a tilt of her head, their noses are lightly brushing. "Your queen wishes for you to stay."

As if she truly needed to hide behind such claims. It's rather silly, isn't it? Doesn't stop her from saying it, regardless.