She heard the challenge, and grinned a little recklessly, though she was already feeling short of breath. Her hips were moving just slightly, so that she rubbed against his fingers in a gentle rhythm. "A little difficult? Perhaps it is true, Amron," she murmured, her breath catching slightly at his name when she felt his hot breath warming the upper swell of her breast. Lhurriel breathed a slight prayer to the gods, thanking them for bringing Amron here - for whatever reason. It had been quite some time since her last interlude with someone who had made her so hot, so fast.<br/><br/>"Curmudgeonly old man? You're hardly that," she murmured, straightening her head and shaking out her hair, watching intently as he pressed his lips against her breast, through her shirt. The hand around his waist slid lower towards the front, then boldly caressed him, Lhurriel grinning when she felt a twitch of movement beneath her light fingers. "You can keep complaining, of course, but I would have to try to persuade you otherwise..."