Fallon lifts one fine, arched brow quizzically at Koram's suggestion.  "You insist..?"  She stares him down, her even white teeth gleaming between pearly-pink lips that hang in a smile that almost creeps towards a snarl.  "Certainly-- if you require an escort, I'll be happy to look after you."  The expression settle into a teasing smirk.  "I suppose I can help you find a mutt that won't tear your hand off for a chew-toy."<br/><br/>She hovers at the doorway, just a bit behind Jo.  "Seems I'm required for doggy-duty, cleric.  But perhaps I can join you for a drink before we retire?"  Her large, angular eyes stare warmly into the young cleric's with a lingering warmth.<br/><br/>"Meet you outside," she calls to Koram and Senna, before departing with a subtle wink... again, her walk is not subtle, with a rhythmic sway like a pendulum.