Illi froze for a second and stared at Davishire. Seemed like she took it too far, after all. After a moment of hesitation, she set down her tea cup and pushed back her chair. Standing up, she walked around the table to Davishire and planted a light kiss on his cheek.
Smiling foolishly, she looked down (though the height difference, despite him sitting and her standing, wasn't that large) and continued, "Ah, but the wolf also has his good moments, does he not, my King? Why, it seems to me like you also managed to make me smile, laugh, and get out of having dreadful conversations with my mother's friends. We shared an exquisite dance and I got to see your lovely sister drenched in wine. Plus, tame or not, wolves are known for being loyal."