Upon the sound of the bedchamber door opening, Evelyne's head shot up, her eyes following him as he walked to the hearth, before he looked at her. "I do hope you were not too bored up here, by yourself, Politics takes precedence, of course." She shook her head, shrugging and waving off the comment, "I kept myself entertained with the books, and your pups." she smiled gently, sitting up straight, watching him disrobe partially.
As he began to approach her, and hold her face in his hand, she bit her lip, eyes holding his gaze as she refused to back down from him look. Upon hearing the words of his compliment, she smiled softly, "My mother wasn't from around Falor." she said quietly, before leaning into his lips, resting her hand on his shoulder, before swiftly flipping him back onto the bed, to that he sat where she was, and she stood but a foot in front of him, a devilish smirk on her face as she slowly, teasingly opening the front of her robe, "Tell me my Lord, why, of all the girls from your pleasure house that you could have brought, you chose to bring me?
"Well, that most certainly explains it," he murmured. Christoph, of course, had not been expecting her next move, and a breath shuddered out of him in response as he watched her strip. He smirked at her question and beckoned her over with a flick of his finger. Christoph leaned so that his lips brushed against her ear. "Because I refuse to settle for anything less than perfect." He placed a hand on either of her hips, drawing her closer to him once more, back toward the bed, as their lips locked once more.