[Blade gently places his other hand on the Empress' waist, trying to ignore how obvious his tail and ears are making him right now. He remembers their last dance.]

It'll take more than a little fire to deter a blacksmith.

[This time he leads, more confident than the last. He leans in slightly and pitches his voice low.]

Yet even if I had the chance, I would never forge you into any other shape than the one you are.