YANORA: And you want to make love with me?
LAEMUL: Oh, I do.
YANORA: With what expectation? Are you going to want me to make you breakfast?
LAEMUL: (laughs) No. I have servants for that – so do you.
YANORA: Do you want to make it something to … use? Become a favorite of mine in court, or …
LAEMUL: Yanora, we are not children. Nor am I one who desperately needs to climb like a clinging vine onto something else, lacking the power to stand on my own. No – I would welcome your honest friendship –
YANORA: And sex.
LAEMUL: Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes. But that is … personal. The rest is separate. If we are wise and honest together, it will survive regardless of whether we make love or not.
YANORA: Very well.
He moves to embrace her
YANORA: Not here. Come to my chamber after vigils.
YANORA: Yes. Bring only yourself, no candle or lamp – use a spell to make certain you’re not noticed, eh?
LAEMUL: I know several. I’ll use –
YANORA: You don’t have to impress me further, Laemul.
LAEMUL: (kisses her hand) Your Highness.
YANORA: Master. Adieu.