The Countess raised an eyebrow, her smile turning playful. "Flatterer," she said, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. "But I know your reputation, Inadrys. You're not one to stay in one place for long. How long do I have before you vanish into the night, leaving me with nothing but memories?"
Inadrys turned his head to look at her, his expression softening. "You underestimate yourself, my dear," he said. "You're not just another conquest. There's something about you… something that makes me want to linger."
The Countess laughed, a melodic sound that seemed to dance in the air. "Oh, I'm sure you say that to all your lovers," she said, though her tone was light, not accusatory. "But I'll take the compliment, nonetheless."
Inadrys grinned, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. "You're different," he said, his voice sincere. "You're not like the others. You have a fire in you, a strength that's rare. It's… intoxicating."
