<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla flinched when his arm slid around her, but walked with him just the same, hoping she’d be able to gracefully make an escape. She debated for a moment calling on her brother’s superior wisdom, but she didn’t have time to explain the entire encounter and all the subtleties he’d need in order to tell her how to answer. And she didn’t want to call on Lucian. This was just a man. Some sleazebag of a man, that she really wasn’t allowed to punch, based on his title, but a man. She could handle this. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Ayla Fenran, Student of the second circle of illusions and apprentice to Lucian Draven. But you already knew that…”.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> She supplied, going with the most formal title she could think of. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“And i’m afraid that’s all I have time for honestly. I have many errands to run, and a strict deadline to adhere to…”</span>