Smirking, she simply nods, brushing fingers over her forehead again.<br/><br/>"I shall consider it an invitation and a challenege, Master..." She tilts he rhead at his mention that she has no need to call him Master, then smiles as she shrugs.<br/><br/>"Forgive me, old habits die hard, Mas- Torven..." The name felt foreign on her tongue, and she frowned faintly, as if thinking on it.