Her response was as genial and flirtatious as he might have liked - an inviting smile, and a subtle brush of her body against his. Thus far, he'd been much more forward than most of her past suitors, and one of the friendlier of the Thirteen. Even when she pretended not to, she could see the sideways glances, the assessing looks. Lhurriel expected it, of course, but it still irked a little more than she thought it would.<br/><br/>"Why would he have objections to my leaving?" She shot back with an easy grin. "I'm not his pet or his possession." They strode out of the Rusty Dagger in easy camaraderie, his arm warm against her shoulder even through the thick cloth of her cloak and the clothes she wore underneath. Emerging into the dimmer, silvery light of the night, she and Rohain slipped into the alley at the tavern's side, then easily swung up onto the roofs, the fastest route back to her and his district.<br/><br/>"Besides, even if he was bedding me, he has no say over who I choose to take to<em>my</em>bed." The wink and grin that she flashed him were quickly gone in the darkness, passing so quickly that he might even have believed that he hadn't seen them. Without waiting for an answering response, she took off at a loping run, leaping over alleyways and breaks in the roofs with the easy, lithe grace of one who has done such her entire life.