She didn't like the way he was staring, nor the way he carried his nonchalance. Never before had she wanted to abandon a mission more. But then again, Renna's life was at stake. That alone cooled her off as she sighed.
"Forgive my temper. I have been quite soured lately," she admitted, and it would play both as an in character role, and out. She was still aching over the loss of her brother, and for those who had died during the fall...
and ever since the war, she had been stretched every which way, and with her face plastered all over town (thanks to that idiot, Torak, who gave her hell when she was mourning- that ignorant, selfish buffoon...), she barely had a moments reprieve. Part of her was crawling beneath her skin. She should have left her veil on. Then agian, if she had to sleep wiht the enemy, he'd be seeing more than her face.
She drew in a careful breath, calming herself before she exhaled, looking him over with her green eyes.
"I'm looking for a confident." she said. "Someone I can trust... someone that can sate those needs when my husband is away."
She felt so dirty saying those words. If she had ever calmed down long enough to get married, certaintly she'd never pull a heist like this. Why else get married? Then again, wiht the rich, it was all politics. Perhaps it paid to be poor. Then again..
jealousy was still mounting at the wealth sparkling all around her.
Seriously, he just beds noble women and he has a fucking palace for a house.
Some men had all the luck.