She didn't quite believe him - but there was no reason to believe that this humble abode had been the product of any nefarious wrongdoing. The Lord of Thieves made his will very clear on that matter - for thieves, stolen goods came from the rich who never missed their mysteriously misplaced goods, especially from nobles who were known to step on the rights of the commoners. Assassins took their jobs, certainly, but even they had their code of honor. Courtesans and bards who sometimes became privy to the secrets of their patrons... well, secrets were all and good, unless the keeping of those secrets was dangerous, treasonous, or morally deplorable.<br/><br/>The Court of Thieves had its code of honor, and it was upheld staunchly by those who followed the Lord of Thieves.<br/><br/>Lhurriel smiled as he led her to the divan, and settled on it comfortably, leaning back against the reclined side and watching him move. Something about him was nagging at her, but... well, she couldn't put her finger on it. It felt like it would be something important, but...<br/><br/>Taking the classes, she held them study as the rich, deep red of the wine filled them halfway, then waited for him to seat himself next to her before she returned the glass with an ardent kiss pressed to his lips.<br/><br/>"You seem to be a fairly successful sort. Which of the Rogues do you serve under?" She asked, curiously.