Lyssa laughed a carefree, almost taunting laugh as LeChance spoke, as though his response was a joke. It was a bold, or rather, extremely risky move on his part to reveal so much; especially in front of one such as Lyssa. The man may be skilled with a blade, but the Queen's tongue was sharper than any blade, and twice as deadly. The beautiful monarch crossed her slender legs, adjusting softly in the large throne. She returned her gaze to the assassin, something cold and unnerving about her eyes, even as her lips curled into a warm smile.<br/><br/>"My dear LeChance, I'm afraid you underestimate me.." she began, standing up and revealing her long, shapely legs. Walking towards him, she continued to speak. "By your proposition, in the end, you would still be taking a Theiri life. You say the Aserits hold your current contract.." Lyssa was right up against LeChance now, with no fear of hidden weapons or retaliation. She was close enough for him to smell her perfume, and even the soft scent of her body.<br/><br/>"But what are contracts to a man like you? Paper and ink? If that is so important to you, then I have no more words for you." she circled around behind him now, her voice as gentle as a whisper. "I could easily have you imprisoned, executed here. But that would be an awful waste of a man like you.." she whispered, coming around to his side again, brushing lightly against him.<br/><br/>"You have no doubt seen the Aserits; even before the war, they were a pitiful excuse for a kingdom. A band of warriors and brutes. Even if they do win the war, what sort of reward might you seek from them? Their eternal gratitude? Or maybe a lordship for an assassin?" she continued.<br/><br/>"I've seen many men like you, LeChance. I can see it in your eyes. Gold,<em>women</em>.." Lyssa brushed her hand slowly, deliberately, down his thigh. "These are plentiful both in Theiri. Stay the night," she spoke suddenly, moving back towards the throne. "I shall have a room prepared for you, and leave you with one of my personal servants. You may find it amusing to visit our whorehouses and gambling dens; the gods knew my husband did." she finished with an unnervingly sweet laugh. It was clear that the invitation was in no way a request.<br/><br/>A slender but curvy brunette entered the room at the Queen's words, her eyes slightly downcast, only peeking up to steal a quick look at the blind assassin. "Lyra will be taking care of you. If you need<em>anything</em>," she smiled, placing an emphasis on 'anything', "... you need only tell her."