No one could deny the light radiating from her face when she looked at you, like the halo of gold on a holy icon. Her cheeks were flushed pink from the vigorous dance, tantalizing proof of the hot lifeblood pulsing just beneath the surface of her skin. How can I blame you for wanting her, my lord, when I wanted her so badly myself?
Did she? I'm not getting that from all we've seen. She just seems jealous of her to me. Simply noticing someone is attractive isn't "wanting" them.
