The young woman had seen the male though he’d turned and saw her before she could make a run for it, his face cycling through a string of expressions – all of which she hated, though that might be just because she hated his face and the way he looked at her. Sometimes she really felt the need to pull his eyes out of their sockets, especially when they dropped like they did them to her breasts that which were held in her armour though still partly shown after she’d finished the little job she’d had to do that night in town. She narrowed her eyes at him as she commented on the light jingling that he shouldn’t have been able to hear though the pouch was slightly fuller than it normally was at this time of day since she’d had extra time. 

[color=mediumvioletred]“She doesn’t drink tea.” [/color] Was the young assassins only response to what he’d said and as he tried to fix his expression again she saw a ridiculous and irksome grin spread across his face and she toyed with the dagger in her hands some more before looking back up at his again, the edge of the weapon glinting menacingly, free of blood or stains because she kept the blade well maintained even if it was a mithril dagger forged by a dwarf. [color=mediumvioletred]”If I wanted you in my bed you wouldn’t be trying still; stop asking or I’ll cut your tongue out.” Illya smiled as she spoke to Ezra, sweet and innocent looking through it was very clear that she was capable and willing to follow through with her threat right there outside of her house. 

[@Snarl]