"Oh, we've known each other for a few years now," Sylvia replied, seemingly missing what Mareth was suggesting.  "We actually ended up meeting when we were both hired to kill the same thief without realizing it.  We had quite an argument over who should get credit for the kill," she said with a bit of a laugh.<br/><br/>Lisa, too, smiled a bit at Sylvia's recollection, but turned to meet Mareth's seductive smile with one of her own.  "Oh Syl, don't be so evasive like that," she teased as she leaned over and draped an arm around the elf's shoulder.  Her hand, perhaps coincidentally, landed right on the elven woman's breast.  "We're closer friends than she is with you, if that's what you're thinking," she said to Mareth, a sly grin on her face and the growing blush on Sylvia's telling Mareth exactly in what ways the two were "friends".<br/><br/>"Lisa, don't... don't brag about that so much," the elf said after a moment, her cheeks now a very bright shade of crimson.