Millicent groans now, eyes catching the passing guards, her body shivering; not from the chill in the air or even the death around them, mind you. Even those of her kind, in a world of humanity, garbed in the cloak of a mortal skin, feel as those mortals do. This was the harsh reality of it all. Rarely, she felt, and this Fallen, well, he managed to bring that out in her.<br/><br/>She leans back, allowing him to hold her weight in full, a smile passing her face as she nods to the guards; they eyeing the pair up as they slow, whispering back and forth at each other.<br/><br/>She has been in the 'spotlight' many times before, her job not as easy as it would seem. To blend in to the crowds, then to wait for death, and to partake of ridding the body of the demons it holds, so to speak. Millicent has become excellent at the ruse of keeping hidden, and shows this now.<br/><br/>Slowly she turns, her torso brushing against Solas', arms pulling up to cradle around his neck, blowing that awkward strand of hair from her face. She had more to state to this one, and the only way in which to do so and to keep the guards thinking they were nothing more than a couple having a 'moment', was to do so, whether he wishes to or not.<br/><br/>Standing on tiptoe, her arms pull him into a warm embrace, her nose nudging against his chin as she speaks softly against his neck. "the man reeks of death, I do admit, Fallen. His being in danger as you speak of, is no concern of mine. I think you misunderstand my intentions, aye?"<br/><br/>She giggles against his jawline, head tilting to the left as she pulls her lips against his cheek, caressing the soft flesh of his neck; so warm he is, sending another shiver against her spine. Her words are sweet, tone soft, still in the tongue of their Maker. "I am not here to save them. Perhaps you are, perhaps this is how you wish to 'redeem' yourself, give up. I am here to collect. Perhaps it is his soul, or another; perhaps many. Regardless, my position is to simply find the One and take them; those that are a bonus, well now, it's just that, a bonus."<br/><br/>She pauses now, her arms releasing their grasp around his neck, her left hand pulling down to cup his cheek, her thumb tracing the corner of his own left eye. Her lips move from their resting place, sliding against his cheek, stopping at the corner of his mouth. One kiss, is all she needs, one breath, and she has her prize. Is this so much to ask for?<br/><br/>She remains focused, finding this difficult with this soul. He is not like the others; this Fallen is a stubborn one that will argue if and when his time comes. She knows this in full now; and opts to make her stance clear to him. She speaks against his lips, hot whispers that the guards can only see in the shadows as further affection of the 'couple'.<br/><br/>"Your soul is very important to me, sir. I am a patient woman, do not mistake that for pity. I can not state if you are the One I am to collect. Time will tell. I promise you, whether you are or not, I will take you when you fall. Afterall, I cannot let you go. You must realize this."<br/><br/>Again, if this man falls, she must take his soul, or her own death is imminent as punishment in not collecting. There is no deal to be made, no change of heart.<br/><br/>Business as usual.<br/><br/>That does not mean she is heartless, does not feel, deep within her own soul, an emotional battle that has raged for too long; one she continuously pushes back down with a hard swallow.<br/><br/>She sighs heavily against his tender lips, her hands falling to her sides, finalizing her thoughts with the Fallen.<br/><br/>"Do what you must, Fallen. I can not intervene. There is too much darkness here, and it confuses me. There is more to this place than only One blackened soul. But you....you'd know all about that, aye?" Millicent offers a soft chuckle, now standing down on flat feet, breaking the close face to face encounter. Her right palm again reaches up, sliding over his features before falling to her side once again, and she glances at the guards, who are becoming restless in watching them.<br/><br/>Her chest still aches fully, and she is becoming breathless; her hand pulls to rub at her sternum, and she furrows her brow. She needs help to quell this matter, and knows whom to see. "Do as you know, sir. Drop the bodies...make my work easy, then I can reward you." She nods up at Solas, eyes blinking slowly as she stares into his eyes, offering a compromise.<br/><br/>Her head is reeling at this time, and she swipes at her face, her stomach in a virtual knot. She knows the problem, and needs it dealt with, and immediately. She cannot focus on her duties until the issue is handled.<br/><br/>Millicent slowly walks from Solas, her cotehardie picking up behind her in a flurried dance in the wind, heading for the Apothecary. Upon reaching the door, she gently raps upon it with her knuckles, hoping it is still open.