Clover listens, agape, at Nara's brazen comments.  After a lingering pause, she erupts into a burst of musical laughter which she attempts to stifle.  She manages not to make eye contact with the men that the red-haired warrior mentioned-- but can't help herself, after all, and gives the warlock a demure little wink before patting the armored shoulder of the angered paladin-- "There, Joshua, she means no insult, I am sure."  Her eyes glimmer with firelight.  "Though, for my part of it all, I can't tell if I'm flattered, offended... terrified..."  she shrugs one shoulder and trails off into a relinquishing, lowered murmur, "maybe a bit aroused?  I cannot say with certainty."  She grins at Mara briefly.  "Strange, you say?  I can relate."  She sucks at her lower lip for a moment, then leans closer to the paladin.<br/><br/>"I will say this for short, beautiful moments," she adds, still soft, but loud enough for the warrior monk to hear, "sometimes, all one has is a few moments in life.  Sometimes their brevity-- and lack of predictability-- are what make them so magnificent."  She jostles his armored arm lightly, not really having any success at moving him, but she hopes that the contact is some kind of comfort.<br/><br/>Clearing her throat lightly, she answers Nara's last suggestion with a nod of mutual agreement.  "Fantastic notion, milady."<br/><br/>