Laethan cleared his throat. "It's very, ah… enticing. Though I have never needed such fripperies to desire you." He brought her the glass of wine. "Here, have this, it'll help relax you."
She took the goblet he handed her. "How can you tell I'm nervous?"
"Perhaps because you're shaking worse than I am," he replied.
Isabel gave him a shy smile, acknowledging he was probably right. "I find it difficult to believe you're nervous. You've obviously done this before."
He nodded an agreement before taking another sip from his goblet. "I promise you, Isabel," he whispered, "anything I've done before tonight was all to teach me how to please you."
Her heart skipped a beat, or two or three. How was she to respond to that? She had no experience in this, though her mother did talk with her, and w
