Henry looked intently into her eyes, and then at the curve of her lips, and the way her hair fall on her shoulders. Her skin was perfect, he could see the softness even before touching her. He took another sip from his wine, and smirked, "Won't you give me your body?", he tilted his head with mischieve. It could be so easy, take her right there and then forget about her on the next morning, "Your heart, your loyalty and devotion, are truly precious and very valuable things. Any man would be fortunated to have those, but how can you give me an heir without surrendering your body to me?", he questioned her and took a step closer, "And how can you give me an heir if we're not wed? If I lay down with you now, and we conceived a child, he will be a bastard, and not my heir", Henry said, his eyes intent on her lips, and the beautiful neckline from her corset. His gaze looked up to her eyes and he pulled away from her, breaking the spell between them. "I'll give you a chance to prove your loyalty to me. Give me an evidence against the queen, and I'll divorce her. Only then, you'll be able to give me an heir. Are you able to do this, milady?"