The lie did not go over well, but Navia had only feebly hoped it would. Théadan did not let it slide and return his attention to their shopping, instead turning her back to face him while he reminded her they had discussed her translating for him. Sighing, Navia reluctantly gazed out at the crowds walking past them while Théadan recounted what he had seen and demanded he needed to know what was going on. The truth of it was that she was embarrassed; she had been sure her country would be more welcoming of Théadan than his had been of her. She also didn’t want to admit the lack of respect for women Khluri men could sometimes have. She knew Mes’Mo’Tan was more equitable and it was troublesome to admit. Théadan was intelligent though, observant. He knew when something was wrong.<br/><br/>Yet it still irked her. She had dealt with the man and had sent him on his way, had she not? The trouble was over and they could go back to enjoying their time in the markets together, but instead he was telling her not to pretend it hadn’t happened and insisting on remaining informed. “I took care of it, didn’t I?” Navia pointed out coolly, eyes narrowing at Théadan, not appreciating his tone, “Of course you should be cautious with that man, but he’s gone and likely won’t bother us again. You could also trust I can take care of things without my big strong Mes’Mo’Tanian lover jumping in.” It was possibly a bit more colorful in wording than what was needed, but Navia was annoyed he was not trusting her to handle the situation that had fallen upon them when she had done so quickly and without major issue.<br/><br/>“If you must know, he said only a whore would be low enough to be seen with a Mes’Mo’Tanian,” Navia continued, pulling free of Théadan’s hold to return her attention to the plethora of clothing at their fingertips. With a bit of a jerky snap from her irritation, Navia lifted and unfolded one of the shirts. It looked very much like the shirts Théadan owned, but was thinner and a pretty pale blue. “Then he came back and he said he could pay more for a night with me than you could,” she held the shirt up to Théadan, eyes more on trying to see if the shirt would likely fit, “But that any Khluri who let a white cock inside her was filthy and damaged.” She hadn’t wanted to utter it and thusly kept her focus on the shirt before she handed it to him, “I like this one.” Navia turned back to the table, figuring Théadan could do with a few shirts. “Then I told him I liked white cock and would choose it over his any day,” her voice was light while she picked up a cream-colored shirt.<br/><br/>“So I don’t need to pretend nothing happened, because nothing did,” Navia finished, her expression icier when she turned back to look at him with the shirt in hand, her need to point out Théadan’s demands toward her too strong to ignore, “Maybe you need to worry less about what people might say to me because you’re with me and focus on why we came here today, unless you’re willing to admit you don’t trust my judgment and abilities to handle situations on my own.” She raised a single eyebrow at Théadan, waited a beat to let her words sink in, then moved on to why they had ended up in front of a booth with a middle-aged woman watching them curiously, unable to understand their conversation but able to read the tones. Navia held up the cream-colored shirt to Théadan’s chest, “Do you like this color or does it just look dirty to you?”