Whatever neutral, or even slightly positive, expression Abia had had on her face immediately fell. Her upper eyelids dropped slightly and her lips became small as she looked at him with the most unamused stare. After a few blinks and utter silence from the barmaid, she inhaled deeply through her nose once again and let it out slowly. She’s surprised she hadn’t fainted yet from all the extra oxygen she seemed to be taking in that night with her frequent sighing.<br/><br/>Sarah held back a chuckle as she saw the expression on her friend’s face. “Actually,” she corrected Victor’s statement, “he invited me to the roof first to see the stars. I figured that would be too dangerous so I suggested right outside the front door instead.”<br/><br/>Abia’s eyes flickered from her friend to the pyromaniac, “really!? The roof again!? I just offered you a room.” She whipped her arm out, hand facing palm up, gesturing to the staircase partially behind her that led upstairs to the inn, before returning her hand back to her lap. “I understand we got interrupted before you could give me your answer, but unfortunately for you, I’m not accepting a ‘no’ from you. Got it?”