She frowned again, this time at a loss to what he might be referring to. She failed to see how the fact that they were both thieves got in the way of anything, but she was at least willing to see what he had up his sleeve. Lhurriel made as if to speak, rising to her elbows and opening her mouth; he almost seemed to anticipate her move, and placed a finger at her lips. It was rough against her lips, but no less gentle than the caresses that he had favored her with earlier.<br/><br/>Lhurriel rose to her feet, gracefully sliding off the bed when he let her go. She pulled on her undergarments - the tiny pair of black shorts, snug over her behind and hips, then the long band that wrapped around her breasts. Then the white blouse and the brown corset, deftly secured behind her with flying fingers. She blushed as she noted that her boots had still been on when he'd been driving into her; without a word, she pulled on the double layer of skirts, a dark green that set off her eyes most brilliantly.<br/><br/>Running a cursory hand through her hair, she managed to tumble them so they didn't look as if she'd had a man in bed with her only a few minutes past, an ordered chaos that fell around her currently uncertain face in waves.<br/><br/>"What meeting is this? And why are you bringing me?" She finally asked mulishly.