Loretta could feel warmth as he approached her, drawing closer than he ever had been before. A pleasant hum reverberated from the back of her throat, only for just a second, in appreciation. The chill of the night air contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from his body; she could feel the warmth even through her hooded cloak. It made sense, as her body temperature was probably lower than his, given the size she was compared to the size he was.<br/><br/>Leaning back slightly to rest against him, she made a contemplative "<b>hmm</b>" sound as she carefully mulled over how she would respond. "<b>That is the most precious, valuable thing you've got,</b>" she said, probably stating the obvious. But the conviction and seriousness of her tone gave something away: she was intimately familiar with its value. "<b>It's too easy to lose.</b>"<br/><br/>Turning to face him, close enough for her lips to brush his beard, she inhaled. The mead was still heavy on his breath but the coppery hint of blood was gone. "<b>You clean up well,</b>" she teased playfully, sniffing again and chuckling to prove her point.