[he doesn't. not really. and he lingers even when she lets him go, pressing his mouth against hers in one last stolen kiss. but eventually. . . he reluctantly pushes himself up, back arching as he stretches, which-- uh. he's not wearing. . . a shirt, so. enjoy that view, Rion]

A private concert is a perk, but I assure you I'm already wooed.

[oh]

Extremely wooed. Couldn't be more wooed if you were the best wooer in the entire Temple.