Hyacinthe had heard that stumble, Xanthippe. He knew what you'd intended to ask.

He slid off the bed and fell to the knees in one fluidly graceful movement, like a dancer falling into place. "Stand for me," he said, tugging her knee to bring her closer. "You should stand while I do this. You'll like the way it feels."

Powerful. She deserved to feel powerful and glorious.