She glares for a moment, considering. "I will... allow this, for now. Though I hope you are not as open with our relationship, hmm?" She seems to have focused more of her ire towards him, now, than the bard; perhaps she's grown to accept the scoundrel, or simply acknowledges that her sister might know what's best for herself?<br/><br/>"I'll be in my room. Come in the way you usually do, assuming you've yet to share our secret. If you have, come in the main door. I'll be certain to have my blades ready for you, then." She smirks, only half-serious about her threat.