[ There is a scent on the air, delicate in contrast to the strong figure before her, and it comes over her in a wave, calling her back to the memory of the moon's rays cast through dark leaves, dappled light against soft skin, lips parted to allow for harsher, panted breathing — and in another instant, she has averted her gaze to drop between them, quickly selecting no more than what is required for this. ]

I see no reason to deal with you in any other manner.

[ And there, the pleasant smile reemerges, though there might be a different note in the eyes that finally lift to hold the fair knight's carefully, a pause extending the meaning between them before she diverges to finish the transaction. ]

I suppose all that remains now is when you would like me to assist you.