Well, Vanyel had certainly never ripped any bodices off anyone before, not even the three times in his life he had lain with a woman. And there were no elf princes, but he surely knew a magical people who lived in trees, so perhaps they might count.

"I do not see that we should, Natasha." he sighed, shoulders relaxing. "It is taking time to get used to sorting out my feelings from this thing implanted within me."