A little chill dances up the infiltrator's spine at the sudden burst of emotion from the Violator... but she'd already committed, and this was her best chance to get the Lady Ristani away from Vio and, by extension, the woman's "master." She couldn't let the Lady get hurt any more than she already had... plus, the longer they were away from the caravan, the more likely it was that the merchants would find trouble back in the Shadowlands.<br/><br/>So she was just going to have to play it out.<br/><br/>"Um... I really wouldn't know where to start. How about you make some things you like, and you can surprise me when I get to your tent?" And, as strange as it feels, the infiltrator leans over and brushes her lips against Vio's temple. Oddly enough, it's not the action that feels weird, but the fact that it makes her feel like a liar as she leads the purple-haired woman on...