Syrisa noted the intensity of the gaze that the warrior gave her. Strangely it was not the usual gaze, or glare rather, that she saw Emma favour her with. Where many found that bright and unwavering green gaze intimidating Syrisa only found it... well cute. The way Emma's dainty little nose wrinkled just slightly when she was glaring or the way her lips pursed slightly. That was half the reason the petite mage tormented her protector so much, she just loved that expression. This was not the same though. There was no tension, no malice, just, she could think of no other word for it but curiosity. The young redhead arched a delicate eyebrow as the taller, stronger woman seemed to shake it off and head to the door, leaving Syrisa to stare. Had Emma just checked her out?<br/><br/>While the comment her bodyguard muttered over her shoulder as she left the room was not missed by the mageling, she did not care. The thought that her new warrior friend had been letting her eyes linger on her form meant that this was yet another thing to have fun with. She was positively giddy with the idea of teasing Emma this way. She bit her lower lip. What to do first, what to do?? She had to calm herself as the sounds of the armoured young woman started. She would wait, Emma would be expecting something. That in itself would be the fun. No pranks, no jokes, no illusionary cliffs just outside her door when she was still too bleary eyed to see through the deception (by the Gods, that had been a funny one). She would bide her time and figure out a really good trick to play.<br/><br/>Upon hearing about the impending food, Syrisa flashed Emma a bright smile, looking every bit the innocent young thing that Emma knew she was not.<span style="color: indigo"> "Excellent, I thought I would starve before you got up. Also, I'm not a brat." </span>She said, indicating that she had heard the warrior's earlier grumbling through the door.<span style="color: indigo"> "It's not my fault that you sleep in... and snore." </span><br/><br/>She went back to her book, trying to memorize her spells again only to have the grating sound of metal on metal ruin her concentration. Before the weapon had cleared the holder, Emma was hit full in the face with a small, soft pillow.<span style="color: indigo">"What did I say about noises when I am trying to concentrate. It's like talking to a very attractive wall." </span>Deliberately she slipped the compliment in, her eyes focused on her book as though she had said nothing out of the ordinary.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"Now quiet until the food arrives. Or I'll turn you into something that makes no noise until that time." </span>Out of the corner of her vision she watched the young blonde strip off her heavy armour, moving with cautious practised ease. She was very careful to be as silent as possible and did a good job of it. Again, Syrisa had to hide her smile behind her book. It was the mage's turn to take in the woman before her as she stretched out on the couch opposite. Emma was lean and strong, tall for a woman but still VERY feminine. Now, it was Syrisa that had to shake off the daze she felt in and return to her studying.<br/><br/>When Emma let out a soft sigh of relaxation her reward was another pillow that unerringly hit her in the side of the face.<span style="color: indigo"><b> "SHHHH!" </b></span>The pampered little mageling hissed as her pale blue gaze glared at her companion over the top of the thick, leatherbound spellbook.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>