She slid closer, unashamedly, her body sliding across the seat of her chair until their knees touched under the table. She arched her neck slightly, still smiling as his fingers brushed down cloth and sent tingles down her neck. The smile turned into a slight O as she murmured in contentment, only a sliver of green visible from her nearly-shut eyes.<br/><br/>"You might be a gentleman... but I never said I was any sort of lady," she whispered back. Ever sensitive, Lhurriel suppressed a tiny shiver as his hot breath floated over her skin, then moved so subtly that soon it was her lips that he was kissing. She was bold and confident - not aggressive, but she was certainly no shy maiden, and there was no hesitance in the way her lips moved over his. The thief nipped gently at his lower lip before she moving back, a little half-smile tilting up one corner of her mouth.<br/><br/>Moistening her lips, Lhurriel relaxed comfortably in her chair. "You're rather a good kisser, Amron. Though I'm sure you've heard that line many times before."