"Trust me, Zelda," Erik replied and reached up to brush a bit of hair behind her ear. "My wantin t'kiss ye has nothin t'do with crown or wisdom and everythin t'do with ye bein one of th'most beautiful women I've seen in m'life." He paused and leaned a little closer. "And that yer lips taste like ambrosia, even with just the brief taste I got."