The way his eyes roam her figure sets the hair at the back of Naiobe's neck to prickling. She places her hands on her hips and stands in front of him, staring. One would think she would have gotten past the disbelief at his brazen actions, but no such luck. She shakes her head vigorously after a moment, denying him. "No, I really would not care to. Get out of my room, Corwin." What she would really like to do is retreat to her bedroom and close the door in his face, but that risks him following her and she really, really doesn't want him to decide to have an interest in her dryad. And he would, too, if he figured it would bother her.