Her ear twitched, a lingering annoyance reaching her ears in the form of the other elf's words. Reminded of her audience, and her role for that matter, she broke the kiss. Her breath would fall warm against his cheek as her fingers loosened their grip, certainly leaving his rather interesting hat in disarray. For all the world, she'd appear a woman desperately trying to gain control of herself, her thumbs tracing a line over his cheek and jawline on the way back to her sides.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkgreen">"A room, mm? 'N what exactly would we do with tha', lovely?" </span>The breathless whisper would reach his ears, her dialect slipping into a rough brogue she probably hadn't noticed. Lashes fluttered flirtatiously at the cheeky question, a healthy flush gracing her skin despite herself. Silynn couldn't pretend she hadn't enjoyed the exchange. Deceitful or not, she'd always been a warm-blooded woman and such a kiss had certainly set her blood to boil. It had been entirely too long since she'd practiced such affections.<br/><br/>It was good to know she hadn't lost her touch.<br/><br/>The need for escape from this entire situation nagged at the back of her thoughts as she turned a smoldering gaze up to the male, challenge written behind the fel-tinged eyes. A slight grin tugged at her lips. What to do, what to do?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>