The Devil You Know

Khali remained where she was, eyeing the stranger carefully. Ears turned as the man spoke to her mistress and while he made no moves to approach Aoife, Khali continued to silently stare. Two bounds and the mabari’s jaw would connect with flesh and cement a grip so tight only on word of his mistress would she unclasp it should the man’s intentions prove nefarious. You are not the Princeling. Why are you pretending to be?

[color=#0074d9]“Begged?”[/color] Leaf laughed, continuing to change behind the screen. [color=#0074d9]“You’re the Prince of Starkhaven and the Free Marches, the only person you should be begging anything from is… well no-one, but I like to think I can?”[/color] Wet clothes appeared, her hands tossing them over the top of the screen. [color=#0074d9]“As you can see my adventure was a dismal affair. I’m not going to come out from under my duvet for the rest of the day.” [/color]

Behind the screen, Leaf grinned, chuckling as he expressed his desire to stay. [color=#0074d9]“I know, especially with how I’ve come back.”[/color] Hands played with a piece of her attire, briefly considering tossing it over, though with his full day, thought better on it. His offer, however, caused her to switch tactics.

[color=#0074d9]“I just want to be dry right now honestly, but I can draw you one up later? Give you an incentive to get through things today, yes?”[/color]