Gram

Iliana's amethyst-red eyes twinkle with mischief as they usually did. She stepped in closer, and Altair could just about taste the supple scent of lavender. "You're going to be mine from now on." 

Instinctually, Altair took a step back, covering his chest as if he were a maiden on her wedding night. "Master… if others heard you, they'll—" 

"Piss on the thoughts of others!" Iliana stepped forward, snatching him by the collar, and said, "If I wanted you. I'd take you. Unfortunately…" She released him, straightening his crumple robes. "You are a tad too weak. But we'll fix that." 

Altair flushed, so taken back he was at a loss for words. Perhaps he'd never known his master well enough, but not once had he ever imagined her being so forward with him. 

Iliana smiled broadened. The more she stared at the blank canvas before her, the more she wanted to steal him away. She had to wonder if her other self knew of his potential.