<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">The red haired woman’s eyes bugged out a little, her gaze flickering over to Illian and then back to Lucian, lips pressed tightly together. There was visible relief in her face at what he said, though quickly followed by a double take when he made a crack about her spending the night with him. She watched Illian leave, exhaling an audible sigh of relief when the man left, trying to put the later part of what her master had said out of her mind for the time being. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Better now….”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she murmured, glancing back towards the door. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“This is starting to become a pattern, me being in other people’s offices at the wrong time…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she gave a bit of a simile along with her playful joke, though it was obvious that man had freaked her out.</span>