Rissle was ready to draw her swords and throw Malark's rapier right back to him when it looked like as Lilissa was going to draw her sword. And yet, it was far from a fight she didn't want to have, she could go for a juicier, more filling snack than the old, tenacious cleric, after all! But of course, the words of the half naked dragonborn seemed to sway Lilissa suprisingly well. And so, the ranger could relax, leave her combat ready stance and stand up straight. Hearing the clever bard's comments, Rissle pouts and says, "Well, with Nezasit litterally in her robe, I guess you now know where our camp is, and what we are, so I guess there is no need for you to be carried there in my gut. You know, unless you want! But I should probably still show you around, and ask you about some stuff, right?", giving his shoulder a little shake in annoyance with him having figured it all out.