The first 3 paragraphs are purely her thought process >.>
"'Alifax you say? That is the name of the building you live in?"
Black rimmed lips pulled into a fleshy frown; not at his offer, but the entire situation and the temptation it presented. It would be the second time in the same amount of weeks she'd be accepting hospitality from a male; as a result, her independent side was brutally beating at the commodity loving, vain damsel that hid behind it to seem harder to reach - but Heaven above, how she would love a decent bath. Purifying water was a grueling process - braving it for drinking was one thing, but she preferred the stinging cuts of salt on wound to an hour of watching water evaporate.
That was one matter already settled in her mind, having it mentally approved allowed her to analyze the rest, she being particularly careful since it was such a major decision. Accepting would mean being penned in the same building for at least a few days; luckily, she did not have the worry of her heat cycle interfering, so that was not quite an issue either. Oddly enough, the main problem that sprung to mind would be retrieving the painting she had been given, still stored for safekeeping within the castle; but that too was written off, a dash south and it would be back in her arms.
Ralentir, fille. The woman remained silent, but her brow furrowed slightly in deepening thought - by bringing the painting, didn't she imply a longer stay? She continued to calculate the pro's and con's: wherever this place was, it was safer than staying alone in a storm, and she would have the added protection of a male. That was assuming he wasn't a psychotic, but quite mannerly rapist, of course.
Eyes flashed innocently over his physique, judging whether her own could gain the upper hand should things go poorly, the thoughtful gaze darting to the flame a moment after reaching a conclusion. She figured she had a 50/50 chance. Either way, the odds were better with him than staying out in the wild alone, better to have to fight her way out than die the slow misery of hypothermia or pneumonia. The thought process in itself was quick, but there was enough of a lull were she worried he might think her disinterested.
Quickly, before he could think that she had hesitated because she planned to reject his offer, her teasing purr slipped past a gentle grin once again. "I must admit it sounds very nice, but what would you think of me if I said yes? A lady going 'ome with a stranger she only just met is not much of a lady at all."
A moment of thought had her realizing the negative innuendos the statement carried; after clearing her throat, continuing in a way that better explained where she had been heading. She met his eyes plainly, her own no longer hidden behind the coyness of curtaining lashes; she wanted the dog to know that she spoke honestly. "I would 'ate to be a burden to you, 'Arvey, in the midst of a storm." Yes, that was all she had meant; though in the back of her mind, she wondered how many homes of males a female had to visit before defaulting as a whore. Any pause her phrasing may give was beneficial either way; she need more time, just a little more, to think about his offer. It was incredibly enticing, but her natural reservations were making it a hard offer to accept.
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