<span style="color: #0000BF">Syee looks at him. "This is the most worthy gift of all...as it came from your being and from your heart." Smiling. "you may call me Syee...and thank you. I appreciate your offering. And I shall take it..." she says softly. Using an orb of water to lift it from his hand and to place it within her pockets. "I am honored to be here. Without Lady Osioa....I would not be here. And besides...your the first man to be inside this home....in centuries." she says. Giggling softly. "I'll have those clothes ready for you by the time your done eatting. Lady Osioa...is a wonderful cook..." she whispers into his ear. "And you really should be honored to be in the presence...of Lady Osioa..." she giggles and disappears without explaining her meaning.</span><br/><br/>Osioa looks at Syee. "Your overstepping the rules Syee..." she says warningly and then she looks at him. "I do not need your gratitude...nor do I need you to repay some misguided judgement that you owe me a damn thing." she says in a dragon like growl. He was pushing her temper with that whole life debt thing. That really irked her. She calms herself...she couldn't turn him into a smoldering pile of ashes...and that truly wasn't her style. She looks back at him after calming herself. She couldn't allow him to keep that misguided, over honorbinding, damn belief that he owed her anything.<br/><br/>She looks at him calmly though. Her face a mask that hid the sea of emotions that lay beneath the surface. He was such a confident and daring man. Not many people would dare to talk to a dragoness that way. Then again...he had no idea who or what she truly was. And she planned on keeping it that way. She wouldn't allow herself to trust ever again. Yet as he stood up tall and straight...a faint rosy tint came to being across her cheeks. He was very tall. Very attractive...and very dangerous. And why the hell was he teasing her? She looks at him. Smiling and couldn't help but laugh though. "I see...you don't wish to do such a thing...I would literally sit on you and make sure you weren't able to move." she says. Sticking her tongue out at him despite her attempts not to do so.<br/><br/>This man would give her a run for her money. Figuratively speaking of course. She grins. This battle of wills and stubborness...was turning out to be quite amusing. And very fun. And also extremely irritating. Yet it was irritating in the way that she wasn't quite sure how to handle him. She looks at him. Rolling her eyes. "Fine...you can boil water." she says. Grinning at him with sweet yet challenging eyes and a I dare you to try and argue with me expression on her face. She looks. He felt like he should be here...but she didn't want him here...did she? She shakes her head. What was the Great Mother up to this time?