That... while sweet, wasn't very helpful at all. She floundered a bit, frowning slightly and then just shook her helm, squeezing the hand she was still holding and then kissed his index finger before she straightened up again.

"I can't answer that. I don't have any other scheduled appointments currently after yours, which, as you are the Prime, you would have been in your right to cancel if you would have wanted to extend the contract either way." Elita shrugged, idly tracing a pattern over his hand, digigng into gaps or stroking along seams a little more firmly as she came upon them.

Seemingly a random pattern, but rather well-thought out, really.

"As long as you - if that would please you - would give me a chance for some off-time, you are free to extend it for however long you wish."