"I bet you have..."  Lithelle grins at the confirmation of  Kalith in the 'heart-breaker' category. "How do -you- know what I think of you anyhow?" She starts crossing her arms after she finishes wiping away the last bit of soot from the Dunmers face.  She gives a sincere look of appreciation and admiration as she changes the subject, "I am indeed saying the locals blamed whatever the hell happened on me.  " She beams cockily, "Not that I've never been known to bite from time to time..but if i break skin...one notices." she shrugs. "It has to be a spiderbite or something else equally mundane. Vampires...Really..I don't know -how- you deal with these people. You seem..wise enough." she winks back as she leans against the counter, sighing heavily as her side aches.<br/><br/>Lithelle was rather ambivalent regarding the Thieves guild, they served their purpose and even put coin in her pocket from time to time. They weren't with out their use . However it's the other statements from Kalith that get her attention. She holds up her hands as she shakes her head "I insist. If I'm to be a burden to you, I must pay you at least what I pay the Taverns. I'm not charity case, besides, you're less likley to alert the town guard if you wake up with bite marks in your throat if I've paid for your hospitality. " She winks again, her face tattoos craning up and mimicking her smile. She smells like the out doors...like the wind but sharp..crisp...and with the undertone of leather.. there something else too. Some oil..but it's so feint it's unclear if it's coming from her , or if it's residual from  the whore. Either way, it intensifies as she pushes her self off the counter again with a harsh 'grunt'.  She was no fool...it wasn't a custom among their kind to share a bed with just -anyone-.  However, Bosmers did tend to think less of such intimacy then most.  However, the thought of spending the night pressed in close quarters to the thinly muscled and striking blacksmith did set some rather ...lurid images afloat.<br/><br/>Lithelle's mind wanders ...images flash of the Dunmer, pinned down to the bed as her own pale flesh colored body presses flat against the stark contrasting ashen grey of the Dunmers.  A tangle of limbs is next to assault her mind, followed by some rather vivid musing of what the  blacksmith must taste like....<br/><br/>With that Lithelle realizes she's staring off into the other womans eyes with out saying a word. It was downright creepy.  Lithelle coughs nonchalantly "The um..." she blushes<i> hard </i>looking down to her feet as she stammers. "THe floor will be fine if you'll let me borrow the pelts for the evening's I stay here."  Lithelle's hand reaches the back of her neck as she starts rubbing furiously, stammering over the words. " Unless that is um...You..I hear Skyrims cold at night when in a bed by ones self.." Gods..the Dunmer was more beautiful every-time Lithelle manageed to look her in the face. She quickly decides to change the subject...."What um...what did you need doing? It's still mid morning , but I'd hate to wait until it grows dark to begin the tasks you have for me. "   Whatever tasks needed to be done were going to sting like the dickens...she makes a note to start to gnaw on some blue mountain flower's as she sets to work...a little fever wouldn't stop her....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>