[What a delicate way to phrase it... a "question of culture". But that must be the speech a King must be expected to be able to master. Unless he is a tyrant, of course. And oh, she can「see」violence on this man's skin, but tyranny was different.]

Well... We are in private, Your Highness.

[Said with a tiny hint of a tease, but a considerate amount that she does not dwell on, merely providing a little promise that she surely does not plan to advertise they have met like this, and perhaps a reminder that no one else has seen them. All fine, then, yes?]

... For the record, though, I would not tattoo your chest. As handsome a canvas as it must be.

[She reaches out, just as casually and sensually as she did anything... and her hand alights upon his arm, sliding up from forearm to bicep to-]

For you... I think the shoulder is best.