Daughter of Fen
Lina's hand closed gently around the bottle he pushed towards her. Slow deliberate movements seemed fine, it was the faster more subconscious moves that left her settled in two places. She lifted her gaze to
Darth Strosius
, his suggestion causing an eyebrow to raise.
The theatrics of his “death” had taken more than just physical issues, it seemed like he'd lost some of his fire. A low chuckle passed her lips and she shook her head. Biting back a comment. She was in no position to bait him into a rise, regardless of how fun it was.
“Are you offering your assistance, Lord Strosius?” She asked with a sly smile, the bottle turning slowly as she watched him.

The theatrics of his “death” had taken more than just physical issues, it seemed like he'd lost some of his fire. A low chuckle passed her lips and she shook her head. Biting back a comment. She was in no position to bait him into a rise, regardless of how fun it was.
“Are you offering your assistance, Lord Strosius?” She asked with a sly smile, the bottle turning slowly as she watched him.