Pleased at the expected compliment, Lhurriel smiled back and shifted over slightly, making room for Amron at the edge of the bed. She carefully shifted to lean on her elbows (the better to speak with him), and chuckled as she returned her own retort. "My beauty, as you say it, is not unknown among our people, as I'm sure you know. But I hope you know that flattery, however true, will get you nowhere," she answered loftily.<br/><br/>She wiggled her bottom enticingly when he lifted the blanket, her trademark grin lifting the corners of her lips when he did nothing more than look. She accepted his glass with a murmur of thanks, tapping the edge of her glass against his before she took a grateful swallow. The alcohol burned its way down her throat, and Lhurriel let the warmth settle in her belly, happy to have something to dull the sharp edges of pain still twitching at the brand. "I am not so unreasonable that I cannot understand why you did what you did. But I'm sure a few nights being pleasured in your bed will see you forgiven," Lhurriel said with a raised brow.<br/><br/>She took another sip before continuing. "But unless Raymond has lost his touch, I don't believe I've lost anything in the past few days. Why do you think this something is mine, Amron?"