She almost jumped when she felt his hand slide into place smoothly at her back. No wonder her senses didn't seem to work with him - if anything his skills as a thief were probably better than even hers. Lhurriel hated how his hand seemed to fit so perfectly at his back, how her body fit perfectly in the curve of his arm.<em>Traitor</em>, she whispered to herself. Amery hadn't been gone<em>that</em>long.<br/><br/>But she allowed him to guide her back into the taproom, pushing back her hood as she walked in. Tonight, her hair was tied back neatly, tamed into a neat bun at the nape of her neck. He wouldn't be able to tell until he removed her cloak, but she wore a simple black blouse over a very, very short skirt that barely reached mid-thigh; she made quite a lovely picture with knee-high boots and gray breeches underneath that ensemble.<br/><br/>At his words, she glanced over at him. "Payback?" She echoed softly. She swallowed - how tempting that was. "Of course, if my skills can be of use..." Lhurriel sounded almost reluctant; she wanted her revenge, but it was a personal vendetta. She didn't want anyone else involved. Fat chance, of course, considering that it had been a personal mission of the Lord of Thieves. "And... it is not hurt, that I am. Perhaps, simple anger at my own gullible nature," she said, giving him a small, tired small.<br/><br/>"But... I know where I want my mark. Is it... is it a private affair, or one that all of the other Rogues must witness?"