She made a noise she didn’t recognise, something high and pleading. He responded by getting his fingers involved, those elegant fingers graced with a signet ring linking him to a lineage as old as the country they resided in, and something about that tripped up the part of her brain that had taken him to her bed in an effort to, quite literally, fuck this nonsense. Fuck the thousand years of history she was not a part of, the myriads of traditions she could never know, the bloodlines so intent on their own purity.