A shiver ghosted up her arm from his touch and she shot a quick, sharp look at him, as though he'd somehow done that on purpose.
But no. No, that was all her. All her and her stupid, girlish fascinations, her obsession with danger, with excitement, with just about anything that wasn't good for her. Hiding from her fiance's guards with an admitted thief who was now asking for more wine. God, she should just--
Grinning, Yvaine stepped away from behind the shelf and leaned out over the rail, catching the guard's attention with a small wave. "Actually, I do think I will be up a bit longer. I don't suppose you could bring some refreshment? Perhaps a bottle of the Ravensway red, I heard the master of the house mention. You can leave it in the reading room off the rotunda." She smiled as the guard nodded, then added a quick, "Oh, and tell your replacement not to worry about walking me back to my rooms. I'm quite capable on my own. Thank you."
The guard seemed about to argue, but something in her expression must have stopped him. He nodded again and gave a semi-salute, then turned on his heel to leave.
Yvaine didn't breathe until the door shut behind him. She gripped the rail, leaning a little more heavily against it, and gave a breathless laugh.
"God, I am absolutely mad."