Adria laughed softly, her hands moving up between them so she could begin helping him out of his own clothing. "I most certainly am not. I only wear them because it is expected of me." Truly she would have much preferred looser clothing that allowed more freedom to move, but she had an image as the Orici and she was expected to keep it at all times when she was in public.

Her fingers worked nimbly on the buttons of his shirt and she pulled back a little to look up at him. "We will find out own way, Jonas. A way where we can be ourselves and be with one another."