Iskandar nearly sighs, feeling her hand over his cheek. He rather likes this show of affection from her, and already feels himself craving more. The way she settles into his lap makes him inhale deep, trying to keep himself under control. This is not the conqueror way: Showing restraint. She truly should see how much she means to him in that he does not give into his baser desires.

But she's a fine lady, and if she does choose to join him beyond the bond of servant and master, he would have her do it of her own will, not simply by submitting to him.

"As am I," he sighs softly, smiling down to her and bringing a hand up to run down her back. He smirks at her mention of them being equals. He, the King of Conquerors, and she his intended queen. Come hell or high water, he's determined to make it happen.

He nuzzles near her, taking in the scent of her hair, enjoying the feel of her skin and the pressure of her body against his. Iskandar enjoys this for a moment before finally replying. "Having you as my master does more than give me a boost. You spur me forward, you're the reason Bucephalus rides so fast, the reason my sword is so sharp and so strong.

"I want you there. With me always." He leaves the sentiment open to her imagination.