He hadn't let go of her. Even if her smoldering nerve endings had had it in them to allow her to vanish, he'd provided no opportunity and truth be told, the woman was rather glad of the fact. It wasn't whoring if you wanted to do it, right? Yes. She wanted to do some positively wicked things with this one.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkgreen">"Silynn..."</span>A moment of hesitation followed the initial introduction. Damn. Which had she given last time? Her slew of aliaes escaped her mind on a semi-frequent basis, and so simply 'Silynn' it remained. Another ghost of a memory tickled at the back of the woman's conciousness, a light whisper through her thoughts.<br/><br/><i>Adalaie...</i><br/><br/>Sun above, where had this sentimentality come from? It certainly wasn't fitting, and wasn't welcome, and so her arm slipped about him in turn much like the strumpet she'd just convinced herself she wasn't, a seductive murmur falling from his lips and followed by a playful wink.<span style="color: darkgreen">"Tha's really all you need to know, isn't it?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>