The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

"I don't have one really," Zevran responds absently, studying her. "But I meant your, ah, personal name? Of this... alter, was it not?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

She risks a glance at him, eyes wide and frightened. "I-- I'm afraid I do not know of what you speak, sir."

[Zevran]

Zevran's own eyes widen slightly before he evens himself back out. "It's alright," he says soothingly, curving the corners of his lips up. "I'm not upset or angry with you. It's alright, sweetheart. Okay?

[Coquette Blacquin]

It takes a few moments of petting and coddling before she settles, though she retains a tension in her body, a hyper-awareness. "Yes, my lord," she says quietly, her eyes returning to her lap. 

[Zevran]

Zevran manages to hide the wince completely this time, his soothing pets never slowing. "I'm your husband. And more, I am your friend. Caring for you is always my choice and my honor. And please, call me Zevran? I enjoy the shape of my name on your lips."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Of course, Zevran," she says quietly, in much the same tone. 

[Zevran]

"How are you doing?" he asks after a quiet moment. "The truth, please. I wish to know how you actually are, not just what you think I wish for your response to be. I promise not to be upset, alright?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I am well," she says quietly. "I am concerned about Shisou. I am concerned about my wife. But I am well, overall."

[Zevran]

A pause. "Your wife?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Mistress Varisia. She is.... she is bound to be livid that I defied her," says Coquette softly. "She is going to come for me. I... I am afraid of what she may do when she catches up."

[Zevran]

"Ah. Worried as in 'apprehensive' as opposed to 'concerned.' I understand." Zevran pulls... her closer, one arm wrapped around her back. "We are safe here, under the Oak's protection. Even one as... resourceful and ruthless as she cannot hope to harm to us in a deity's domain."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"As you say, sir," she allows, hesitantly, eyes still downcast.

[Zevran]

"Is there something that would make you feel better?" Zevran asks gently.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...sir?" she asks, hesitantly. "Zevran? I, truly, I need nothing."

[Zevran]

"Need? Perhaps not," Zevran allows easily. "But how about want? Wish for? Something to make you feel safer, more comfortable, happier..."