"Lorne..." Leeli spoke with a purr in her voice as she saw her companion downstairs. He was sitting at the table and had laid food out for the both of them. The Dark Elven man's head turned immediately.
"Yes?"
"Did you do all of this yourself?"
"...Yes..." He responded carefully.
"Dear Lorne, what is the matter?"
"Sit, eat." He smiled at her softly.
"I will, as soon as you tell me what is troubling you, love."
He stared at her, allowing his eyes to drink her in. The way her silken sleeping robe dipped slightly in the front to reveal just enough of her dark flesh to tease, the slits in the legs coming up far enough to leave him half-wishing they showed more.
She quirked a well-groomed eyebrow. "Is there something about my form that displeases you?" She asked, and before he could gather his wits about him enough to reply, her image shimmered, and a beautiful High Elven girl who looked suspiciously like his first wife sat in the chair across from him, with alabaster skin and flowing red hair. Her eyes, they were the same, unfamiliar orbs glinting out at him from within a familiar face.
"Maybe you like this better."
"No." Was all he said. Boy, did THAT ever kill the mood.
She smirked, and the illusion vanished, and the unnaturally lovely dark elf was folding a napkin in her lap.
Lorne decided to ignore Leeli's.. illusion, and returned to their conversation.
"That.. man, from yesterday in the caves." Very casual... 'You like him." And back to blunt. Smooth.
"Yes, he was alright..."
"No, you LIKE him, I could see it in your eyes." He pressed.
"Hah! That is absurd, truly." There was disdain seeping in just beneath the demurre softness in her tone. "Besides.." Her tone was playful once more, "I think he liked you far more than he did me.." She grinned outright at that.
"I could see it, I am not blind..."
"Lorne, love... my eyes may wander, but my heart never will. You know that." the inflection in her voice was becoming, to those who would know Leeli best, more and more dangerous, though the words themselves were sweet.
"Yes, yes I do." He stared angrily at her, expression darkening. "Though I often wonder who it belongs to."
She became brisk and cold abruptly, her eyes and voice dripping irritation.
"Yes... that is probably very wise of you, Leklorne, with the way you're acting. Outbursts of irrational jealousy; that is no way to keep a woman." She threw down her napkin and stood, turning toward the stairs.
Lorne became immediately contrite. Gods knew why, but he loved her, wanted her. He knew he shouldn't, but he did. "Leeli, please don't go... finish your food."
She folded her arms without facing him.
"Please? Leeli, don't make me beg."
"Perhaps I should... perhaps I need to remind you why you do so hate making me unhappy."
"No... Leeli, you don't. I went to all this trouble for you, please eat, I will not mention it again. I am content and very happy that you are with me, when I worry, it is only because I.. am not in my right mind when it comes to you. I never have been."
Her arms came to her sides slowly, and she nodded once. "Alright." Before she turned, she had to rearrange the small smirk on her face.
