"Um…. Honestly, King, it's not much. Just that... I've been curious. I was just wondering whether you wanted to be intimate right now, given that you indicated you got hungry after being personal with me. "
She looked down at the floor the whole while she stammered. Spenser the King was amused. He stared at her in silence for a time.
"You're sick, Ella, and you need to relax," he said.
" No, no: My King, I can do it. Unless, of course, disinterest is your primary motivation. "
"I'm only hoping to be of service, Your Majesty," she responded timidly. Senses of masculinity were on the rise for Spenser.
That desire was palpable to him. He considered her placement carefully and concluded that, should he want to intervene, he would have to do it from the side.