Lydia settled in to enjoy the rabbit that Shenyo had provided. She found his way of speaking to be relaxing. She didn’t have to guard against his words for he played no games with them. His gaze went over her with a frank appraisal before he commented that she was not a killer in that dress.<br/><br/>“Well,” she answered, sucking marrow of the bone,” I did not wake up the morning that I chose this dress thinking I should imitate an assassin.  I’m not sure that any of my own garments would have been suitable. Do you think we should dress in a way to blend in with the nobles? Perhaps black leather pants and flowing red satin shirts with bellowing sleeves would be better suited. Of course, some boots fit with never a wrinkle to the thigh and black leather gaunlets on each wrist.” She was being flippant and not at all mocking of him<br/><br/>Shenyo was right. They were vulnerable now, especially him. There was nothing to disguise his dual nature. His tail was distracting her with twining around her ankles, then grabbing her wrist as she went to take a bite of meat. A smile crossed her lips as he halted the meat just inches from her mouth. She couldn’t resist giving him a warm, open look.  Even had he been fully human, he was still fully and wonderfully male. There was no way that he could go into society naked.<br/><br/>“Seriously, I do have clothes and no one would take a special interest in me if I were to shop for clothes. Can you sense, or perhaps, scent a town from here? I fear the local farmers are not equipped to provide clothing fit for a pair of killers.” She grinned impishly at him, a dimple showing in her right cheek. “Perhaps,I can barter some herbals for some clothing or tell some fortunes for coin enough to purchase what we need.”<br/><br/>She reached over and wiped some grease from the corner of his mouth with the side of her thumb.<br/><br/>“I will follow your lead.”<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>