<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>"Is that so?"  Lyradil said, her frown deepening just a little.  The direction of his gaze was fairly obvious; she suddenly regretted the alterations she made to her robe.  She reddened slightly, shifting from one foot to the other.  Briefly she considers crossing her arms over her breasts, but it seems as though it might draw even more attention to them.<br/><br/>"Feel more at home?  How do you mean?  Oh."  Her cheeks reddened further as the meaning suddenly became clear.  Equally, she became aware of his steadily increasing proximity to her.  Lyradil took a graceful half-step back, increasing the distance, although he'd still managed to close a bit.  "I've never heard of this before.  I find it rather hard to believe."  Her blue eyes narrowed in suspicion, and she gave a tiny shake of her head, her red hair swirling about.<br/><br/>After a moment, she sighed, her chest rising and falling once more, her blue eyes softening ever so slightly.  "I'm... I'm not going to let you use me.  Perhaps I had best decline your invitation."  She said, her tone a little hesitant.  Perhaps if what he wanted was small enough.  A kiss, a look, perhaps even a brief touch... those might be acceptable.  Any more, and perhaps it was time for her to use her magic.  The sudden thought that the magic of this place might be effecting them came to her.<em>What if it's effecting me, too?  Would I really be okay with him touching me, if we were back at the school?</em>The thought was a daunting one.