Hmm... you are sweet, to be concerned. I am offering, your majesty. There is no 'using'.

[ She smells like lemon and sugar, golden hair flowing in curls down her back. She's a big girl, curves upon curves, very far from an elven maiden - but if he desires her, Mina's more than happy to be here.

Softly, she reaches to run her fingers over his cheek (the good one, thankfully) and leans in for a kiss. ]

Let go. There's no need to hold back anymore, I want you to feel only good.