[This, at least, is exceedingly familiar, exceedingly human. She's had plenty of men hovering over her like this, anxious to touch her. The most adorable, the ones she was fond of, were the ones that acted almost like this, shy to touch her despite the position of power.

And she's using to being smaller than her partner, too. Almost, anyway. There are still things that are just simply off about this, like the fact that it's a tendril lurking around the side of the bed instead of some young man's hands.

She brushes out her robe, then spreads her legs, slightly - wondering idly what the sensation of his touch must be like, having to take a deep breath when she imagines the worst possibility.

He's acting noticeably human, in some ways. Those are desires she can understand - ones she can even indulge. And already, he's given her what she wants - perhaps he's gentler than he appears.]

Am I to your liking? I may be smaller than an average woman, but I'm proud of my curves. Not to mention, my glorious face, my luxurious face - the only reason I'm short is that the Gods simply made me too beautiful to make too much of me.

And I doubt any woman is very tall, in your eyes.